Answer:
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
What gets wetter as it dries?
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
I am a cave full of bones and the house of a worm.