Answer:
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.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
What can you fold but not crease?
Useful tool for who in darkness dwell. Within you, corrupting like a deadly spell.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?