44, HOME AMUSEMENTS.

Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.

 

RIDDLE XCI.

LAIN to be saved, with much ado and pain,
Scatter’d, dispersed, and gather’d up again ;
Wither’d though young, sweet though not perfumed, °

And carefully laid up to be consumed.

 

RIDDLE XCII.

WAS form’d long ago, and by shepherds preferr’d,
Yet on board of our ships I am frequently heard ;

I inhabit aloft ; but, descend to the street,
You will presently find me just under your feet.
In the ball-rooms of fashion I sometimes am seen,
And often enliven a dance on the green.
I am stored by the rich, by the drunkard am prized ;
And by Indian and Turk I am never despised.
Immured in a dungeon, with anguish I’m fill’d ;
My body is wounded, my blood is all spill’d.
From mechanics and rabble still worse I endure ;
For they burn out my entrails, and leave without cure.