CHARADES. 127

If my second you are still resolved to reject,
As dead as my third I shall speedily lie.

 

CHARADE LXXXYV.
FALLACIOUS first, thy stratagems forbear,
Nor longer vex with empty hopes the fair;
Vain-glorious next, let prudence be thy guide, \
And lay thy pomps and vanities aside:
Propitious whole, display thy wish’d-for aid,
And out of darkness lighten my charade.

 

CHARADE LXXXYVI.
Mi Y first is a heir—

My second’s a snare—
My whole is the offspring of fancy,
Which I sent, out of play,
Upon Valentine’s day,
As a token of love, to my Nancy.

 

CHARADE LXXXVII.

A MISCHIEVOUS urchin may soon do my first,
If he meet with a tea-pot or ewer;