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I row quickly with four oars, but never come out from under my own roof. What am I?
To you, rude would I never be, though I flag my tongue for all to see. What am I?
I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
First I may be your servant's name; then your desires I may proclaim; And when your mortal life is over hold all your wealth within my power.
What do you call a male renaissance artist with a bowl of jelly?