Charade No. 26

My first is a serpent, my next is a rag, my third
is you and me, and my whole is a vegetable.

A few of the charades, like this one, didn't rhyme.

Charade No. 25

My first, 'tis true, may be a wound,
And give both smart and woe;
But if my second's constant found,
It sooths full many a throe;
My whole in vain its edge may boast
To awe the gallant tar,
Whose valour guards the British coast,
And mocks the din of war.

Enjoy!

Charade No. 24

Chloe I love, and yet I plainly see
That I my first from her shall soon receive;
Yet she's the very second made for me,
And that she loves me I would fain believe;
But all her anxious friends around her cry,
"He has my whole; 'tis madness to comply."

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Charade No. 23

Tho' my first to my second gives birth,
In their age no distinction prevails;
In my whole they are one, which on earth,
As the parent of rest, labor hails.

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Charade No. 22

My first's the foe of rats and mice,
My next you'll meet with in a fair;
My third of various form and price,
Oft decorates a lady's hair:
My whole, in foreign climes is said
To form a mansion for the dead.

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Charade No. 21

My first I hope you are;
My second I see you are;
And my whole I know you are.

Charade No. 20

My first is a plaything;
My second few play with;
My third [whole] plays with nobody.