Me the folks of the country in general disown,
So civil and gay, I’m fit only for town;
In the coldest of winters my back is quite bare,
Yet so little I find of compassion or care,
That as soon as I’m seen I’m thought worthy of none,
My service is past, and my business is done.
RIDDLE.
What could man do without my aid?
Or what each fair industrious maid?
I lead the first o’er sea and land,