Answer:
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. What am I?
I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home with yourself because you couldn't find me. What am I?
What goes around the wood but never goes into the wood?
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?