Sometimes I hold a morning brew, or I’m the reflection staring back at you. In another sense, I bring dismay, taking your valuables away.

Part of face that bear the shine, And also an icon to glow it's prime.

I am born wet and expected to improve with age. My first mistake is often buried beneath my last success. Light reveals me, Time changes me, And varnish protects me. Though I may depict the world, I am made from neither words nor photographs. I am just one layer on top of another. What am I?

A version of me can wrap around your wrists. Historically, i symbolized authority. What am I?

I sound like an insult or a farming tool. When you lose big in the casinos, fool.