Answer:
My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
My first is in some but not in all. My second is in tiny but not in tall. My third in little but no in big. My fourth in port but not in pig. My whole is made in nature's way. For clothing rugs used every day.
I always go to bed with my shoes on.
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
What jumps when it walks, but sits when it stands?
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.