I'm the jewel of the sea Made by clams from grains of sand What am I?

I dance upon the bridge of your nose but I have no legs. I am a tiny drop of gold kissed by the sun, yet I cannot be spent. The more you chase the summer sky, the more of us appear to play.

I am spun before the wings take flight, a fragile cradle wrapped in white. Yet from those threads, so soft and fine, are woven garments fit to shine.

Often seen in the hands of Zeus, Though my depictions are somewhat loose, For in real life I'm no uniform shape, Just a path from the heavens to the landscape My name is also a word which means a fast run, Or a latch for a door you slide a bar on, If you have a screw loose you can also use me, Usually paired with a nut to keep things securely

I’m like a rattle for cattle Lots of people seem to want more, more, more.