Answer:
I am a cold man without a soul. If there is warmth in me, it slowly will kill me. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
Six letters do my name compound; among the aged oft I'm found; The shepherd also by the brook hears me when Leaning on his crook; but in the middle me divide and take the half on either side each backward read a liquor tell ev'ry gay toper knows it well.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
Keep doing me to avoid lens dryness
I will disappear every time you say my name.