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LXXXII.

It liv'd and dy'd; then, after death, Bereav'd ſome thouſands of their breath, Aſſiſted by a man of grief, To whom it yielded ſome relief.

Samson with the jaw bone of the Ass.

LXXXIII.

There's many a teeth, but ne'er a tongue, a thouſand at the leaſt; They are both eaſt, weſt, north and ſouth, but ſeldom at a feaſt. Pair of Cards.

LXXXIV. A viſage fair, a voice as rare, affording pleaſant charms, Which is with us moſt ominous, preſaging future harms. Mermaid.

LXXXV.

A little informer, cloth'd in bright armour, beloved by men of degree; It goes fine and neat, without legs or feet. Now tell me what this riddle may be? A Watch:

LXXXXVI.

By ſparks of fine lawn, I am Juſtily drawn, but not in a chariot or coach; I fly at a word, more ſwift than a bird, that does the green foreſt approach. An Arrow from A Bow.