—Oliver Goldsmith.
A RIDDLE.
(A book.)
I’m a strange contradiction; I’m new, and I’m old,
I’m often in tatters and oft decked with gold.
Though I never could read, yet lettered I’m found;
Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am bound;
I’m always in black, and I’m always in white;
I’m grave and I’m gay, I am heavy and light—