Nursery Rhyme. CXC. Riddles.

        [A Well.]

    As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
    And all the king's horses can't pull it up.

    I had a little castle upon the sea-side,
    One half was water, the other was land;
    I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found;
    I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
    The cup was gold, filled with wine;
    Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine!

        [A Cinder-sifter.]

    A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
    A hundred eyes, and never a nose.

    Ten and ten and twice eleven,
    Take out six and put in seven;
    Go to the green and fetch eighteen,
    And drop one a coming.

        [An egg.]

    In marble walls as white as milk,
    Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
    Within a fountain crystal clear,
    A golden apple doth appear.
    No doors there are to this strong-hold.
    Yet things break in and steal the gold.

        [A plum-pudding.]

    Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
    Met together in a shower of rain;
    Put in a bag tied round with a string,
    If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.