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I’m English, ’m Latin, I’m one or the other,
What’s English for one half, is Latin for t’other.

 

RIDDLE CXII.
I AM found on the finger, am seen round the moon;
The sun in his glory displays me at noon.
I’m the highway of fairies ; I’m form’d at the fair,
When both gentry and bumpkins assemble to stare ;
With discord I’m filled; with music I please ;
With chains I’m familiar, with curtains, and keys.

 

RIDDLE CXITI.
SOFT as the dews from heav’n descend,
And genial influence show’r—
So sweet am I: the culprit’s friend
In many a dreadful hour.

If e’er I come within thy breast,
Let me be cherish’d there ;
And honour’d as a noble guest,

Well worth your utmost care.

 

RIDDLE CXIV.
AM not what I was, but quite the reverse ;—
Tam what I was, which is still more perverse ;—