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19 visage fais, a voice as rare, affording pleasant charms, Which is with us mos ominous, presaging future harms,

A Mermaid, which betokens destruction to mariners.

A little informar, cloth'd in bright armour, belov'd by men of degree, e goes fine and neat, without legs or feet, now tell me what this riddle may be.

A Silver Watch.

By sparks of fine law, I am lustily drawn, but not in a chariot or coach. If at a word more quick thin a bird, that does the green forest approach.

narrow from a Bow.

My stomach they fit sometimes with a bit, they ove and in the receiver; And what I do take does commonly make my fair face as hot as a fever

A box iron; the heifer betokens the bit.

When I appear, the affrighted world, dread's misery and woe, From me such lands are often hurl'd, as kingdoms overthrow.

A Comet.

I am carried thro' the city, appearing mighty pretty, No quarrel nor wrangle I breed: My body is tapier, I fear not a rapier, Though stabb'd, not a drop I do bleed.

Scabbard of a Sword.