Answer:
What can you fold but not crease?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.