Answer:
A certain wizard resided in a city made from this gemstone.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
If a man would carry my burden he would break his back I am not rich But leave silver in my track