RIDDLE. Richard Roderick Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.002 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. II. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 317-318. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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RIDDLE . By the Same . MY size is large , my shape's uncouth , I have neither limb nor feature ; Mens hands have form'd my skin so smooth : My guts were made by nature . Nor male nor female is my sex , You'll scarce believe my troth ; For when I've told you all my tricks You'll swear 't must needs be both . For oft my master lies with me , His wife I oft enjoy ; Yet's she's no whore , no cuckold he , And true to both am I . My cloaths nor women fit , nor men , They're neither coat nor gown ; Yet oft both men and maidens , when They're naked , have them on . When I'm upon my legs , I lie , Yet legs in truth I've none ; And never am I seen so high To rise as when I'm down . What's oft my belly , is oft my back , And what my feet , my head ; And though I'm up , I have a knack Of being still a-bed .