The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 18/A Riddle

A RIDDLE[1].


I'M wealthy and poor,
I'm empty and full,
I'm humble and proud,
I'm witty and dull.

I'm foul, and yet fair;
I'm old, and yet young;
I lie with Moll Kerr,
And toast Mrs. Long.


ANSWER, BY MR. FR.

IN rigging he's rich, though in pocket he's poor;
He cringes to courtiers, and cocks to the cits;
Like twenty he dresses, but looks like threescore;
He's a wit to the fools, and a fool to the wits.

Of wisdom he's empty, but full of conceit;
He paints and perfumes, while he rots with the scab;
'Tis a beau you may swear by his sense and his gait;
He boasts of a beauty, and lies with a drab.


  1. Originally communicated by Swift (together with the Riddle on a Fan, vol. VII, p. 308,) to Mr. Oldisworth, who published them in "The Muse's Mercury," 1707.