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RIDDLE CLVIII.
IGHT though my body is, and small:

Though I have wings to fly withal,
And through the air may rove;
Yet, were I not by nature press’d,
In ease and indolence Vd rest,
And never choose to move.

*Tis beating makes me diligent;

‘When beat, and on an errand sent,
I hurry to and fro;

And, like an idle boy at school,

Whom nothing but the rod can rule,
Improve at every blow.

 

RIDDLE CLIX.

IS true I have both face and hands,
And move before your eye:
Yet when I go, my body stands;
And when I stand, I lie.