Answer:
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.