Two Charades

I
My first is no proof ofmy second,
Though my second’s a proof of my first.
If I were my whole, I should tell you
Quite freely my best and my worst.

One clue more:—If you fail to discover
My meaning, you’re blind as a mole ;
But, if you will frankly confess it,
You show yourself clearly my whole.

II
How many authors are my first !
And I shall be so too
Unless I finish speedily
That which I have to do.

My second is a lofty tree
And a delicious fruit ;
This in the hot-house flourishes—
That amid rocks takes root.

My whole is an immortal queen
Renowned in classic lore :
Her a god won without her will,
And her a goddess bore.