Answer:
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?
I hold two people together but touch only one.
If lightning strikes an orchestra, who is most likely to get hit?
I'm a word that's hardly there. Take away my start and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.