You see me and take a pause. Yet you also use me to remember times near and far. Students know me well as they watch the clock. As a matter of fact, you see me now.

My infamy I must defend By burning of my whiskers’ end Buccaneering is what I teach And I’ve shipwrecked on an eastern beach

In ancient lore, I shant be trusted. I bring life to lands encrusted. Rivers share a common trait, my nectar peddled to mend your fate. A queen's demise my kiss provides, in this riddle you must surmise.

A woman’s garment, silky sheer; a plushy comforts those from fear. The name of youngest leader great in charge of the United States.

If you knew the story behind my name, you’d be wary about using my brand. If the product stuck to the story, I’d secretly let the enemy in and option B is what you would have to plan.