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 A Whetſtone for Dull Wits. 17

Q. My back is broad, my belly is thin, And I am ſent to pleaſure youth Where mortal man has ſeldom been, Tho' ſtrange it is a naked truth.

A. A Paper Kite, which mounts the lofty Air.

Q. 'Tis neither fleſh nor bone, Yet it paſſes on By which is fairly ſhewn The length and breadth of man.

A. A Man's Shadow whilſt he is walking in the Sun.

Q. From five feet high, Up to the ſky It reaches although it is round; Now try your wits, If fancy hits, This Riddle you'll expound.

A. The Sight of a man's Eye,

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