My first is high,
My second damp,
My whole a tie,
A writer's cramp.
I fly to any foreign parts,
assisted by my spreading wings.
My body holds an hundred hearts,
Nay, I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride,
and then I mend my pace anon.
I issue fire from my side.
You witty youths, this riddle con.
You can't live without doing this, and we all do it at the same time. Yet many wish it wasn't happening. What is it?See answer
It breathes fire in fairy-tales.See answer
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