Food for the Mind: Or, A New Riddle-book

by John-the-Giant-Killer

When Adam was no more;

But 'ere that thing was five weeks old,

Adam was years five score.

Tho' you seem of me fond—for my safety provide,

And when you walk out take me close by your side;

Yet you oft use me ill, which I take in good part,

Nor e'er murmur or sigh though I'm stabb'd to the heart.