Answer:
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.
My seas have no water, my mountains have no rock, and my land has no grass. What am I?
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
I am always running but I never get tired or hot. What am I?