RIDDLES. 83

But when I am heard, I am always admired,

And often the breast with devotion have fired;

The ear I can charm, and the senses delight,
Whether heard in the morning, at noon, or at night.

 

RIDDLE CLXXII.
ALTHOUGH we are but twenty-six,

We change to millions two;
And though we cannot speak a word,
We tell what others do.

 

RIDDLE CLXXIII.

O procure the ingredients my structure demands
Recourse must be had unto far distant lands;
You must pillage the ocean, and murder at sea,
To obtain a small part of what constitutes me.
In artful enclosure, a skin on each side,
Oh, grand imposition! all favours deny’d,
My stoutest assistant is barr’d from the light,
In constant obscurity hid from the sight.
So enormous a monster as now I appear,
Devoid of a head, and without any ear;