Now, beshrew my father’s ambition! He was thinking of civil wars when he got me: therefore was I created with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, that, when I come to woo [men], I fright them. But, in faith, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear. my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer up of beauty, can do no more, spoil upon my face.
-- Shakespeare's Henry V.