Riddle me this…

YE Misses fo fair,

And ye Mafters declare

What I am, where I live, whence I came.

You’ll own that I’m pretty,

And wonderous witty, [name,

When once you have hit on my

I am broad, yet I’m taper,

As fair as white paper,

Yet as ink I am black, without


And tho’ clad in gold,

To declare I am bold,

I am neither coxcob nor fribble.

Altho’ I can’t fpeak

Englifh, Latin, or Greek,

Yet in learning and fense I a-

I am riddled o’er, [bound ;

But behind and before,

And you need not look far e’er

I’m found.