Answer:
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
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
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.