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I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat and your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?
A thousand wheels but move I do not. Call me what I am call me a lot.
Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
The warmer I am, the fresher I am. What am I?
What can run but never walks licks but never talks has a bed but never sleeps has a mouth but never eats?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.