It is true I have both face and hands, and move before your eyes, yet when I go, my body stands, and when I stand, I lie. A clock. My clothing is fine as velvet rare, though under earth my dwellings are, and when above it I appear, my enemies put me oft in fear, the gardener does at me repine, I spoil his works as he does mine. The mole. My form is beauteous to the ravished sight, my habit gay, and my color gold or white, when ladies take the air, I without pride, a faithful partner am close by their side, I near their persons constantly remain, a favorite slave, bound with a golden chain, and though I can both speak and go alone, yet are my motions to myself unknown. Watch. Emblem of youth and innocence, with walls enclosed for my defense, and with no care opprest, I boldly spread my charms around, it will some rude lover breaks the mound, and takes me to his breast, here soon I sicken and decay, my beauty lost, I am turned away, and thrown into the street, where I despised, neglected