RIDDLES. 71

Yet among us all no brother
Knows one tittle of the other.
We in frequent councils are,
And our marks of things declare,
Where, to us unknown, a clerk
Sits and takes them in the dark:
He’s the register of all

In our ken, both great and small;
By us forms his Jaws and rules;
He’s our master, we his tools;
Yet we can with greatest ease,
Turn and wind him where we please.

 

RIDDLE CXLIX.

°M a very good thing of a moderate size,
My heart many curious materials supplies;
But men are so cruel, I’m thrash’d and I’m beat,
Till I give up my offspring for mortals to eat.

RIDDLE CL.

DESTINED by fate to guard the crown,
Aloft in air I reign,