[A Bed.] Formed long ago, yet made to-day, Employed while others sleep; What few would like to give away, Nor any wish to keep. CCXXV. [A Cinder-sifter.] A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, A hundred eyes, and never a nose. CCXXVI. [A Well.] As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, And all the king's horses can't pull it up. CCXXVII. [A Cherry.] As I went through the garden gap, Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap! A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat, If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat. CCXXVIII. Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy and Bess, They all went together to seek a bird's nest. They found a bird's nest with five eggs in, They all took one, and left four in. CCXXIX. As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits: Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were there going to St. Ives? CCXXX. [The Holly Tree.] Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green, The king could not read it, no more could the queen; They sent for a wise man out of the East, Who said it had horns, but was not a beast! CCXXXI. See, see! what shall I see? A horse's head where his tail should be. CCXXXII. [A fire-brand with sparks on it.] As I was going o'er London Bridge, And peep'd through a nick, I saw four and twenty ladies Riding on a stick! CCXXXIII. [An Icicle.] Lives in winter, Dies in summer, And grows with its root upwards! CCXXXIV. When I went up sandy hill, I met a sandy boy; I cut his throat, I sucked his blood, And left his skin a hanging-o. CCXXXV. I had a little castle upon the sea-side, One half was water, the other was land; I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found; I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand. The cup was gold, filled with wine; Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine! CCXXXVI. Old father Graybeard, Without tooth or tongue; If you'll give me your finger, I'll give you my thumb. [Illustration] EIGHTH CLASS--CHARMS. CCXXXVII. Cushy cow bonny, let down thy milk, And I will give thee a gown of silk; A gown of silk and a silver tee, If thou wilt let down thy milk to me. CCXXXVIII. [Said to pips placed in the fire; a species of divination practised by children.] If you love me, pop and fly; If you hate me, lay and die. CCXXXIX. [The following, with a very slight variation, is found in Ben Jonson's 'Masque of Queen's,' and it is singular to account for its introduction into the modern nursery.] I went to the toad that lies under the wall, I charmed him out, and he came at my call; I scratch'd out the eyes of the owl before, I tore the bat's wing, what would you have more. CCXL.