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A ſlippery thing, with good intent, thruſt hard, and went in right. Kneading Dough.

IX.

Its hairleſs head is rough and knobby, Its ſkin is black, ſtrong is its body: The maſter and it go hand in hand, 'Tis us'd in ſecret at command. A Dark Lanthorn.

X.

All Ladies court my beauty bright, Tho'-I am blind, and have no fight, I'm ſerviceable to the Queen, And in her chamber ſtill am ſeen. A Looking-Glass.

XI.

In ſlate I wear what fortune gives, a trifle makes me great; Tho' I'm admir'd by all that lives, yet endleſs care attend my fate. A Crown.

XII.

Eight legs I have, eyes twenty-one, and fix broad backs have I;                    By many a ſcore I'm curſt and thrown, yet fill I neither weep nor cry. A Dice.

XIII.

My forehead riſes long and ſmall, flat is my face ſquare cheek and chin; I ſpend my time to pleaſure all, yet nothing have within. A Sun-Dial.