Answer:
I mirror your actions.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
What do you get when you mix lemons with gun powder?
I am born in fear raised in truth and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth I come to serve the cause of need.
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.