Re: Riddle Me This XIV
I keep pillaging that classic adventure with plenty of riddles:
We are little Brethren twain,
Arbiters of Loss and Gain.
Many to our Counters run,
Some are made, and some are undone.
But, as Men find to their Cost,
Few are made, but Numbers lost
Though we play them Tricks forever,
Yet they always want our Favour.