I have a square base and rise to a single point, but I'm not a party hat. I was built by ancient hands, but I'm not a ruin in the traditional sense. I hold secrets within, but I'm not a diary. What am I?

I make perfect pours, I prevent little spills, I send things downward with ease. I'm a little spider, and weave a neat web, am often referred to as these.

I can be tall and round, but also found with key and code beneath the ground. I can be filled with gold but not the kind you spend. If I'm emptied it's usually to bring about an ugly end.

for guys i'm a tool that holds things together. ladies, they love me because i make them look better. you battle so hard, it shows through me and your teeth. like an animal you struggle, uncompromising and show off your feat.

In fields I stand both day and night, A straw guardian dressed up for a fright. My first five what happens when the bejesus are removed from you, My last four the bird I am meant to do it to.