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 3 The Royal Riddle Book.

Pleaſant growing in a bed,

With complexion white and red;

The faireſt ladies in the land,

Deſires to have me in their hand.

A Strawberry,

A maid in neat attire,

Was occupying by the fire,

She took a thing and put it too,

It was ſo limber would not do,

She try'd again, it did not miſs,

Ah! quoth ſhe, I'm glad of this.

A Maid threading a Needle

Of Shape but mean, of colour ſad,

out of my native ſoil I came,

then did think my keeper mad,

for dying me I did her blame

A ſcarlet then I did preſent,

which made my keeper good content.

A Lobſter.

With my ſmoke ſore rent, my back fore bent,

I playing was by night,

A ſlippery thing, with good intent,

thruſt hard, and went in right.

Kneading Dough

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.

All ladies court my beauty bright,

Tho'I am blind, and have no fight,