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Cleobulus the Lydians riddle.
One is my sire: my soons, twise six they bee:Of daughters ech of them begets, you see,
Thrise ten: wherof one sort be fayr of face,
The oother doth vnseemly black disgrace.
Nor this holl rout is thrall vnto deathdaye,
Nor worn with wastful time, but liue alwaye:
The sire, the daughters, and the soons distry.
Incase you can so hard a knot vnknit:
You shall I count an Edipus in wit.
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