To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: I Poem by Humfrey Gifford

To Certaine Questions And Riddles Ensuing: I

A Father once, as bookes expresse,
Had sonnes twise sixe, nor more nor lesse:
Ech sonne of children had scores three,
Halfe of them sonnes, halfe daughters bee.
The sonnes are farre more white then snowe,
The daughters blacker then a crow.
Wee see these children dayly die,
And yet they liue continually.

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