Riddle: Begotten, and born, and dying with noise, the terror of women, and pleasure of boys, Like the fiction of poets concerning the wind, I’m chiefly unruly, whenstrongestconfined.
Answer: Cannon
Riddle: Begotten, and born, and dying with noise, the terror of women, and pleasure of boys, Like the fiction of poets concerning the wind, I’m chiefly unruly, whenstrongestconfined.
Answer: Cannon