Chap-books of the eighteenth century . A. A Hatchet, with which they cleave Wood; till the Eye isstopped 7uith the Haft, it cannot perform hisitiess. A Whetstone for Dull Wits. 303 Q. My back is broad, my belly Where mortal man has never is thin, been And I am sent to pleasure Tho strange it is a naked youth; A. A Paper Kite which mounts the lofty air. THE TRUE TRIAL OF UNDERSTANDING OR sett #eiMlp ieiebibti . BEING A BOOK OF RIDDLES Adorned with Variety ofPICTURES. New Riddles make both Wit and Mirth-The Price of a Penny, yet not half the Worth. By S. M. Printed and Sold inLondon. The
Chap-books of the eighteenth century . A. A Hatchet, with which they cleave Wood; till the Eye isstopped 7uith the Haft, it cannot perform hisitiess. A Whetstone for Dull Wits. 303 Q. My back is broad, my belly Where mortal man has never is thin, been And I am sent to pleasure Tho strange it is a naked youth; A. A Paper Kite which mounts the lofty air. THE TRUE TRIAL OF UNDERSTANDING OR sett #eiMlp ieiebibti . BEING A BOOK OF RIDDLES Adorned with Variety ofPICTURES. New Riddles make both Wit and Mirth-The Price of a Penny, yet not half the Worth. By S. M. Printed and Sold inLondon. The True Trial of Understanding. 305 Tho it be cold I wear no cloaths,The frost and snow I never fear,I value neither shoes nor hose,And yet I wander far and near;Both meat and drink are always free,I drink no cyder, mum, nor Providence doth send to meI neither buy, nor sell, nor lack.
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