RIDDLES.

RIDDLE CLX.

JV YSTERIOUS minstrel! exquisite to please,
With thy soft harmony my cares dispel,
As, floating lightly on the evening breeze,
Thy notes now gently fall, now loudly swell,
Yet, that thou’rt fragile, and not form’d to last,
Thy slender shape and failing powers proclaim ;
Too roughly shatter’d by the wintry blast,
Thowrt only ruins and an empty name.

 

RIDDLE CLXI.

[™M sometimes very honest, sometimes not,

And less sincere at Court than in a cot;
Sometimes I pleasure give, and sometimes pain,
For now I praise bestow, and now disdain.
The lovelier I appear, when small my throne;
Enlarge but this, and all my beauty’s gone.
Few things there are, at least but few I know,
Which cost so little, and so much bestow.

 

RIDDLE CLXII.
[NX every gift of Fortune I abound,
In me is every vice and virtue found;