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The Royal Riddle Book: or,

Fatherleſs, and motherleſs,

and wanting the ſkin.

It ſpoke when it came to the world,

and it never ſpoke again.

A blaſt of Wind.

A gentleman all cloth’d in green,

Oft hands behind the door,

He ſerves in every family,

both with the rich and poor.

A Broom Boſom.

I ſaw an old man running in haſte,

No foes being near him, yet he was chac’d,

Down he ſat, and tether’d his foal,

Left his tether-ſtake, & brought home the hole.

A Man running to eaſe himſelf.

A man and his wife as they travell’d the way,

And meeting with a young man,

She kiſs’d him tenderly :

Her huſband ſaid, Goodwife,

Is that man your brother,

That you act ſo kindly in kiſſing one another ?

ſiſter nor brother, ſaid ſhe had I never none,

But that lad’s mother lay in my mother’s womb.

Now you who will this riddle read,

Confider it well before you ſpeak, and ſee,

How ſib this old woman & young man can be.

Her ſon,

There was a man of leather,

Went through a muir of heather,

Through a rock, through a reel,

Through an old ſpinnlng wheel,