[Talthyr Malkaviel]

Well, here are some good riddles for those who want to try some more.

This fisrt one's a really simple one, just a different, perhaps older version of a recent one.

What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death or mortal strife?
What the poor have, the rich require,
and what contented men desire?
What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves,
And all men carry to their graves?

I've seen you where you never were,
And where you never will be;
And yet you in that very same place,
May still be seen by me.

I'm the offspring of shame by modesty bred,
I'm the symbol of virtue and vice;
Neither written nor printed, yet constantly red;
A critic discerning and nice.

What force cannot get through
I, with a gentle touch, can do;
And many in the street would stand,
Were I not, as a friend, at hand.

I'm far bigger than a mountain,
And much heavier than the earth,
But what your deceitful eye will see,
Something no larger than a bee.

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