Riddle: My form is beauteous to the ravish'd sight,
My habit happy, my colour gold or white;
When ladies take the air, I, without pride,
A faithful partner, am close by their side;
I near their persons constantly remain,
A favourite slave, bound with a golden chain;
And though I can both speak and go alone,
Yet are my motions to myself unknown.
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