I can be broken without being touched Given and returned Stolen without theft And lost without warning. I can make kings kneel And beggers proud I weigh nothing Yet i can crush a man. What am I?

I stand in a wall, yet I’m never quite still, I let in the sun, yet I bend to your will. I frame the world, though I hold no brush, I can open to chatter, or silently hush. What am I?

I gloop when you are quiet, I set when you thwack. I ooze from your palm, I punch you right back. I am easy to make, I am half of two to make one. I am hard when you go fast; if I am soft, you will fall. I bend all the rules if you look how I look.

forget forging and folding when fending off foes. everyone else elicits our expertise, in exercising exacting, exquisite, exertion. I come before steel, and I help hone an edge; before me, things were more fragile.

The answer to this riddle is a piece of cake.