Answer:
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?