Treasure Island

Jonathan Swift

(30 November 1667 – 19 October 1745 / Dublin)

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.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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