Poem by William Cowper

A Riddle

I am just two and two, I am warm, I am cold,
And the parent of numbers that cannot be told.
I am lawful, unlawful -- a duty, a fault,
I am often sold dear, good for nothing when bought;
An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course,
And yielded with pleasure when taken by force. 

1. To The Rev. Mr. Newton
2. The Dog and the Water Lily
3. The New Convert
4. Afflictions Sanctified by the Word
5. Welcome to the Table

Thomas Parnell A Riddle ("Upon a Bed of humble clay")

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