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.
[A Chimney.]
Black within, and red without; Four corners round about.
CCXXI.
There was a man rode through our town, Gray Grizzle was his name; His saddle-bow was gilt with gold, Three times I"ve named his name.
CCXXII.
[A Hedgehog.]
As I went over Lincoln bridge I met mister Rusticap; Pins and needles on his back, A going to Thorney fair.
CCXXIII.
[One leg is a leg of mutton; two legs, a man; three legs, a stool; four legs, a dog.]
Two legs sat upon three legs, With one leg in his lap; In comes four legs, And runs away with one leg.
Up jumps two legs, Catches up three legs, Throws it after four legs, And makes him bring back one leg.
CCXXIV.
[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 d.i.c.k 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?
CCx.x.x.
[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!
CCx.x.xI.
See, see! what shall I see?
A horse"s head where his tail should be.
CCx.x.xII.
[A fire-brand with sparks on it.]