A RIDDLEBy Hannah MoreI’m a strange contraction; I’m new, and I’m old,I’m often in tatteres, and oft decked with gold.

Though I could never read, yet lettered I’m found;Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound,I’m always in black, and I’m always in white;I’m grave and I’m gay, I am heavy and light—In form too, I differ—I’m thick and I’m thin,I’ve no flesh and bones, yet I’m covered with skin;I’ve more points than the compass, more stops than the flute;I sing without voice, without speaking confute.

I’m English, I’m German, I’m French, and I’m Dutch;Some love me too fondly, some slight me too much;I often die soon, though I sometimes live ages,And no monarch alive has so many pages.

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