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Thirty Riddles, with their Expositions.
I.
I'm brighter than the radiant beamsThat from the sun do fly;
From mis'ry nothing man exeems,
Save my society.
II.
I'm one of four that well agreeMen to accommodate;
Yet, if my bounds exceeded be,
Men I would ruinate.
III.
God he once bade a thing be done,And yet he did forbid it;
It was not done; yet there was none
More lov'd than he that did it.
IV.
A family of five, I hear,Dwelt in a house together,
And two of them, as doth appear,
Had each of them a mother,
Grand-father, father, uncle, aunt,
A brother, and a sister;
All this is true; and Truth, all grant,
No mortals can resist her.
V.
In days of yore I was but one,But now in number more;
Though one cannot increase alone,
Yet I exceed threescore.
VI.
I am beyond all human reach,Yet man I do direct;
I knowledge to the wise men teach,
Salvation to inspect.
VII.
I am ambitious to obtainA certain pitch of glory;
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And yet I am not sorry.
VIII.
I wear a robe of colours true,Yet dy'd by no man's hand;
When I appear, I favour shew
Both unto sea and land.
IX.
Though I be aged but one night,My rev'rend head is hoary;
But soon as I see Phoebus bright,
I'm robb'd of all my glory.
X.
I make the cowards fly for fear,Yet I'm a friend in need;
I make the dubious causes clear;
Ill doers all me dread.
XI.
A gloomy aspect I do wear,Yet all men welcome me;
They need not sow, nor could they ear,
If I should absent be.
XII.
I do both feed and clothe mankind,Secure and bound their lands;
And in my owner's cause, though blind,
What I fay firmly stands.
XIII.
I'm absolute beyond man's pow'r,Yet man did me command;
Bent on my journey from my bow'r,
He made me stop and stand.
XIV.
What I was once I am not now,And yet the same I am;
I labour for myself and you,
Yet know not of the same.
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XV.
I'm solitary, without the sun,And yet a friend to love;
Respect of beauty is not shown,
Until that I remove:
Nor man nor beast could long subsist
Without my helping hand;
My stay oft in twelve hours consist,
And yet I never stand.
XVI.
I am descended from above,By an immortal line;
I freely teach the art of love,
Help prophets to divine.
My art is what cannot be taught
To any mortal man;
Yet freely I impart my thought
To any that me scan.
I'm neither seen, nor can be felt,
Yet obvious to see;
With men I am but harshly dealt,
Yet their delight's in me.
XVII.
I have twelve sons, and ev'ry sonHad thirty daughters fair;
And these their daughters, ev'ry one,
Had children twenty-four:
Yet none of these fair daughters saw
Another in the face;
Their age exceeds not, I can shaw,
'Bove twenty-four hours space.
XVIII.
I am man's chief and only friend,And yet his greatest foe;
I love him dearly to the end;
To death with him I go.
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XIX.
I cruel was, yet well esteem'dAmong both great and small;
But now I am almost asham'd;
Another fills my stall.
I us'd to wound, but now I doat,
Yet I am thrust away;
Whate'er I do, it matters not,
My rival gains the day.
XX.
I am a mystery so darkThat no man can unfold it;
Yet those that search may gain the mark,
As clear as they can hold it.
XXI.
I conquer'd am, yet conquer all;I'm both a foe and friend:
A thousand arrows I let fall,
At once, among mankind.
XXII.
But once with human voice I spake,Yet was I not regarded;
Whom I reprov'd, though he me strack,
With muteness I referr'd it.
XXIII.
I never spake, yet so reprov'd,Which true repentance wrought;
But I knew not, nor was I mov'd;
For why? I have no thought.
XXIV.
I swiftly run, yet have no feet,Where no man ran before;
My clothing's but a simple sheet,
Yet I have riches store.
XXV.
I'm on the earth, yet reach to heav'n,Although of human birth;
Whate'er I ask, to me is giv'n,
Yet I abhor this earth.
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XXVI.
I'm no man's friend, and yet I haveIn many's bosom place;
By many I am made a slave,
And yet I them disgrace.
XXVII.
I have a precious thing within,Yet I'm not fit for ought;
I fear not God, yea, sure I sin,
And thereof take no thought.
XXVIII.
I'm but a novice, yet I setA trumpet to my mouth;
Though lies I tell at any rate,
It passeth all for truth.
XXIX.
I am but one, but many made;I'm public, yet unknown;
Although the streets with peace I tread,
Yet few me rightly own.
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