I'm the largest unit of currency in Harry Potter. I'm also a seven letter old-timey word for a large sailing ship

Shakespeare wrote a story about a farmer who would loan out pigs to those who wanted them. At least, I think that is what it’s about!

I'm not able to go out with friends for drinks Can't talk, see or answer the phone when it rings Always facing east waiting for the day starting to sing I am old, rock solid, a guardian that never blinks.

I settle softly without a sound, A silent blanket upon the ground. I’m born of stars, of soil, of skin, And light up in the sunbeam's spin. A maid's worst enemy, a historian's friend, I mark the passage of time until the end.

Born of no mother, I consume my own grave, a sovereign of ash that no kingdom could save.I weep tears of mercy to mend what is torn,Yet I court my own ruin so I may be reborn. I can never truly die, look for the spark in the collapse of the sky.