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That ſeem to take it ill.
Anſw. a plough which breaks up the bowels
of the earth for the ſowing of corn.

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

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.
Anſw. a Box Iron; the heater betokens
the bit.

By the help of a guide,
I often divide
What once in a green foreſt ſtood.
Behold me though I
Have got but one eye,
When that is ſtopt I do the moſt good.
Anſw. a Hatchet, with which they cleave
wood; till the eye is ſtopped with the haft it
cannot perform buſineſs.

A mighty row of ribs I have,
a back that's wondrous thin,
No belly, head, nor tail I crave,
Yet am a very uſeful thing.
Anſw. a Comb.