Watched latest episode of QI XL, and it had 2 old Anglo-Saxon riddles:
1: A curiosity hangs by the thigh of a man under its master's cloak. It is pierced through in the front, it is stiff and hard, and when the man pulls up his own robe above his knee, he means to poke with the head of his hanging thing that familiar hole of matching length which he has often filled before.
2: My stem is erect. I stand up over the bed, hairy somewhere down below. A peasant's daughter lays her hand on me, seizes me, red, plunders my head, confines me in a stronghold. Wet be that eye.
