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.
What's made of water but if you put it into water it will die?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
You use a knife to slice my head but you weep beside me when I am dead
What do you call a male renaissance artist with a bowl of jelly?