here are in all THAT.

CCVII.

[The man had one eye, and the tree two apples upon it.]

There was a man who had no eyes,
He went abroad to view the skies;
He saw a tree with apples on it,
He took no apples off, yet left no apples on it.

CCVIII.

[Cleopatra.]

The moon nine days old,
The next sign to cancer;
Pat rat without a tail;--
And now, sir, for your answer,

CCIX.

[A candle.]

Little Nancy Etticoat,
In a white petticoat,
And a red nose;
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.

CCX.

[Pair of tongs.]

Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head and no eyes.

CCXI.

[From MS. Sloane, 1489, fol. 16, written in the time of
Charles I.]

There were three sisters in a hall,
There came a knight amongst them all;
Good morrow, aunt, to the one,
Good morrow, aunt, to the other,
Good morrow, gentlewoman, to the third,
If you were my aunt,
As the other two be,
I would say good morrow,
Then, aunts, all three.

CCXII.

[Isabel.]

Congeal'd water and Cain's brother,
That was my lover's name, and no other.

CCXIII.

[Teeth and Gums.]

Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.

CCXIV.

[Coals.]

Black we are, but much admired;
Men seek for us till they are tired.
We tire the horse, but comfort man
Tell me this riddle if you can.

CCXV.

[A Star.]

Higher than a house, higher than a tree;
Oh, whatever can that be?

CCXVI.

[An Egg.]

Humpty dumpty sate on a wall,
Humpty dumpty had a great fall;
Three score men and three score more
Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.

CCXVII.

[The allusion to Oliver Cromwell satisfactorily fixes the date
of the riddle to belong to the seventeenth century. The answer
is, a rainbow.]

Purple, yellow, red, and green,
The king cannot reach it nor the queen;
Nor can old Noll, whose power's so great:
Tell me this riddle while I count eight.

CCXVIII.

Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
Spell me _that_ without a P,
And a clever scholar you will be.

CCXIX.

As I was going o'er Westminster bridge,
I met with a Westminster scholar;
He pulled off his cap _an' drew_ off his glove,
And wished me a very good morrow.
What is his name?

CCXX.