There is a thief, who steals from the rich,
And gives unto the poor.
She pays out in argent,
That which she stole in or.
Of she and he she robs,
More beauteous she by far:
She I love to gaze on;
Him I’ll never dare.

A whole dale filled out, but nod even a single full hand.. what is it?

There is a bridge in a hollow shape
And a hundred going over it
No blacksmith, nor mason,
nor carpenter built it really.

It is as large as a mountain, as small as a pea, endlessly swimming in a waterless ocean.

What is it?

What can you catch but not throw?