Answer:
What has four legs during the day; and six or eight during the night?
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What has a big mouth, yet never speaks?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.