Poem by William Cowper

A Riddle

I am just two and two, I am warm, I am cold,
And the parent of numbers that cannot be told.
I am lawful, unlawful -- a duty, a fault,
I am often sold dear, good for nothing when bought;
An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course,
And yielded with pleasure when taken by force. 

1. Pairing Time Anticipated
2. An Ode, on Reading Mr. Richardson's History of Sir Charles Grandison
3. Olney Hymn 24. Prayer for Children
4. The Jackdaw
5. See Where the Thames, the Purest Stream

Thomas Parnell A Riddle ("Upon a Bed of humble clay")

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