Question: My dress is tranquil when I tread the earth,
or dwell at home, or drift on the water.
Sometimes my wings and this wide sky
lift me over the dwellings of men,
and then strong clouds carry me
over the people. My ornaments
echo loudly and melodiously,
Illustriously sing when I am not near
the earth and stream, a sailing spirit.
What am I?
Question: when a dragon flies, he seeks it with his eyes, when a dragon roars, he holds it in his claws, when he slumbers, deep, he dreams of it in his sleep' but there, beneath his head, it forms his stony bed
Question: What does man love more than life,
Fear more than death or mortal strife,
What the poor have, the rich require,
And what contented men desire,
What misers spend, and spendthrifts save,
And all men carry to the grave?
Question: I move very slowly at an imperceptible rate, although I take my time, I am never late. I accompany life, and survive past demise, I am viewed with esteem in many women's eyes.
What am I?
Question: Forward and forward I go, never looking back. My limit no one knows, more of me do they lack. Like a river I do flow, and an eagle I fly.
Now can you guess, what am I?