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 12 A Whetſtone for Dull Wits.

Q. To eaſe men of their care, I do both rend and tear Their mother's bowels ſtill; Yet though I do, There are but few That ſeem to take it ill.

A. A Plough which breaks up the bowels of the Earth for the ſowing of Corn.

Q. There are many teeth, but ne'er a A thouſand at the leaſt; (mouth, They are both eaſt, weſt, north, and But ſeldom at a feaſt. (ſouth,

A. A Pair of Woolen Cards.

Q. My ſtomach they fit Sometimes with a bit, They give, and I am the receiver, And what I do take, Does commonly make My fair face as hot as a fever.

A. A Ex-Iron; the Heater betokens. the Bit.

Q. By