Answer:
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
Gold in a leather bag, swinging on a tree, money after honey in its time. Ills of a scurvy crew cured by the sea, reason in its season but no rhyme.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What kind of pet always stays on the floor?
The strangest creature you'll ever find: Two eyes in front and many many more behind.