Nursery Rhyme. CCXVII. Riddles.

        [The allusion to Oliver Cromwell satisfactorily fixes the date of the riddle to belong to the seventeenth century. The answer is, a rainbow.]

    Purple, yellow, red, and green,
    The king cannot reach it nor the queen;
    Nor can old Noll, whose power's so great:
    Tell me this riddle while I count eight.

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