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Of Merry Books this is the Chief,
It is a purging Pill,
To carry off all heavy Grief,
And make you laugh your fill

A COLLECTION of RIDDLES.

INTO this world I came hanging,
And when from the ſame I was ganging,
I was cruelly batter'd and ſqueez'd,
And men with my blood they were pleas'd.
anſw. A Pippin pounded into Cyder.

I'm white and ſtiff, it is well known,
Likewiſe my noſe is red;
Young Ladies will as well as Joan,
Oft take me to their bed.
anſw. A Candle.

A wide mouth, no ears nor eyes,
No ſcorching flames I feel;
I ſwallow more than may ſuffice
Full forty at a meal.
anſw. An Oven.

Though of a great age,
I am kept in a cage,
Having a long tail and one ear,
My mouth it is round,
And when joys do abound,
O then I ſing wonderful clear.