Two words together: my first are facts noted in a book My second is a diamond you steal when someone doesn’t look Together, the first gets a seat at the table

We are five little objects of an everyday sort you will find us all in thy ladies’ court.

Behind me trail the darkened lines. I keep beasts of troughs within my confines. Great men wield me in place of a sword, Yet pigs turn me to a filthy horde.

I can be shot, but I cannot shoot. People use me to liquify fruit.

My first half is bogus. My second half is waste. Nevertheless, I ensure cleanliness.