My first your bosom friend, or man or maid,
Whom you can trust, secure and unafraid.
My second, sounded double, tells of fate,
Or sounded single puts an end to hate.
My whole a hall’s arched roof, or soft or hard,
That lies beyond the gate with ivory barr’d.
223. IS THIS TRUE?
Woman without her man would be helpless.
224. SOME ANAGRAMS
Can you recast these short sentences so that each of them forms a single word?
A moment’s cure. The old rocks.