RIDDLES. 81

; RIDDLE CLXYII,
FoRMD long ago, yet made to-day,
I’m most in use whilst others sleep;
What few would like to give away,
And yet what none would wish to keep.

 

RIDDLE CLXYVIII.
OETS and old philosophers affirm,
Before the world was form’d T had my birth;

They trace to me the origin and germ

Of all the lovely forms that deck the earth ;
Indeed, I am not prized at my worth,

As you in ancient stories may discern ;
Yet such as wisely me shall entertain,

Will find a sov’reign balm and cure of every pain.

 

RIDDLE CLXIX.
HAT is that which swectens life,
Found in sister, friend, or wife;
Something more than beauty dear,
Chasing gloom, dispelling fear;
Always gay, yet never changing,
Slightly through each circle ranging;