RIDDLES. 105

 

CCLXXXV.
A RIDDLE, a riddle, as I sup
pose,
A hundred eyes, and never a |
nose.

  
   

A. cinder-sifter.

CCLXXXVI.
As round as an apple, as deep
as a cup, |
And all the King’s horses can’t :
pull it up.
A well
CCLXXXVIL 2
As I went through the gar-
den gap,
Who should I meet but Dick
Red-cap !

A stick in his hand, a stone in
his throat :
If you’ll tell me this riddle,
I'll give you a groat.
A cherry.

CCLXXXVIII.
LITTLE Nancy Etticoat,
In a white petticoat,
And a red nose ;

The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.