RIDDLES. ~ 35

And oftentimes will not refuse
E’en the best blacking for your shoes ?

 

RIDDLE LXXI,
HERE was a man bespoke a thing,
Which when the owner home did bring,
He that made it did refuse it,
He that bought it would not use it ;
And he that had it could not tell
Whether it suited ill or well.

 

RIDDLE LXXII.

ROM India’s burning clime I’m brought,
With cooling gales by zephyrs fraught ;
For Iris when she paints the sky,
Shews not more different hues than I ;
Nor can she change her form so fast ;—
T’m now a sail, and now a mast ;
IT here am red, and there am green ;
A beggar there, and here a queen.
I sometimes live in house of hair,
And oft in hand of lady fair.