and the pay for the ancient soldier. I am a white stone that vanishes in a drink, yet I make the ocean heavy. I preserve the dead but bite the living. What am I?

The Greeks called me 'flesh eater', For once I was made of lime. But a nemes of gold, More people behold. My owner's fame remains a long time.

My parents are French but I was raised in NYC. No green card, but a bit of a green sheen. Good luck deporting me!

I show up when you make some dough, The more you earn, the more I grow. I’m taken by kings and claimed by states, In Europe, I pave roads and educate. Across the pond, I take a bite, To fund a war you shouldn't fight.

This age of man has passed yet near. What liberty is made of before one hundred fifty years, periodically forged together with sn-ears.