Before my birth I have a name, but soon as born I lose the same, and when I'm laid within the tomb, I do my father's name assume, I change my name three days together, yet live but on in any weather. What am I?
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold. What am I?