I attract metal without touching it and repel my own kind. I have two poles and no soul. I guide ships north in the dark. What am I

I show you who you are but never judge. I reverse everything you give me. I have no memory of yesterday. What am I

Golden crust and crumb inside, the day's first slice or morning toast, a humble home for butter's glide.

I hang in the sky each night with a silver glow. I pull the tides and light the dark. I wax and wane but never go. What am I

I have buttons down my front, but I am no toy. I may be short or long, stiff or soft. I can be plain or patterned, formal or casual. What am I?