NEW RIDDLES

What can grasp the world's edges with great precision, yet always perceives the imagery as vague conceptions?

What falls and rises but never moves?

What is in front of a woman and at the end of a cow?

Where will you land if you jump off a two storey building?

Which tire wouldn’t move if a car turns right?

Why is a small horse like a young musk-melon?

My first may be fashioned of iron or wood,
And at window or door for safety is placed;
In village or town it does more harm than good,
Leading people their health, time, and money to waste.
My second’s a lady, bewitching and fair,
And for love of her people will labor and strive;
Will rise before dawn, and be wearied with care,
And pursue her with ardor as long as they live.
My whole is what ladies admire and approve,
The shopkeeper’s boast—the purchaser’s prize;
’Tis a ninepenny chintz—’tis a one-shilling glove—
It is something which makes people open their eyes.

What am I?

There is one word in the English language which is universally considered a preventive of harm; change a certain letter in it, and you make it an act of cruelty. What are the words?

My first is appropriate, my second ’tis nine to one if you guess it. My whole elevates the sole above the earth. What am I?

What do we all do when we first get into bed?