There is a thief, who steals from the rich,
And gives unto the poor.
She pays out in argent,
That which she stole in or.
Of she and he she robs,
More beauteous she by far:
She I love to gaze on;
Him I’ll never dare.

Tell me something, Which breaks but never falls down?

Tell me something, which has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees, Up, up it goes, And yet never grows?

Which one is thick but thin as a puff
Which is short but tall as a bluff
What brings peace and calms the see
What dazzles the eyes of you and me?

What can you catch but not throw?