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 16 A Whetſtone for dull Wits.

Q. My ears they run round, And reach to the ground, To the admiration of man; The one part is dead, The other well fed; This Riddle expound if you can.

A. A Horſe and cart; the wheels beroken Ears that reach to the ground; the Horſe is fed, the cart is dead.

Q. A little informer, Cloth'd in bright armour, Beloved by men of degree, It goes fine and neat, Without legs or feet, Now tell me what this Riddle muſt be.

A. A Watch, in a Silver Caſe, the Hand ſhews Men the Hour, while the Silver betokens bright armour,

Q. My