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There ends all simile;
For though I’ve tongue, and often talk,
And though I’ve legs, yet when I walk
It puts an end to me.

Not such an end but that I’ve breath,
Therefore to’such a kind of death
I make but small objection;
For soon I come again in view,
And, though a Christian, yet ’tis true,
I die by resurrection.

RIDDLE CXXYI.

ALTHOUGH a human shape I wear,
Mother I never had;
And though no sense nor life I share,
In finest silks I’m clad.

By every miss I’m valued much,
Beloved and highly prized;

Yet still my cruel fate is such,
By boys I am despised.