Poem by Jonathan Swift

A Riddle

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. 

1. Dean Swift at Sir Arthur Acheson’s, in the North of Ireland
2. Drapier’s Hill
3. At Holyhead
4. Verses on Blenheim
5. Mrs Frances Haris's Petition

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

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