Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet
Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet;
Should the big last extend the shoe too wide,
Each stone will wrench the unwary step aside;
The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein,
The cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain;
And when too short the modish shoes are worn,
You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.
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A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.
A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.
Marry because you have drank with the king,
And the king hath so graciously pledged you,
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Marry because you have drank with the king,
And the king hath so graciously pledged you,
You shall no more be called shoemakers.
But you and yours to the world's end
Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
He very shoe has power to wound.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
He very shoe has power to wound.
Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky read more
Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perished, so you did,
For my sweet.
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
[Lat., Memento, in pellicula, cerdo, tenere tuo.]
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
[Lat., Memento, in pellicula, cerdo, tenere tuo.]
Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights,
And I trow
The damsel, deftly read more
Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights,
And I trow
The damsel, deftly shod,
Has dutifully trod
Until now.
Hans Grovendraad, an honest clown,
By cobbling in his native town,
Had earned a living ever.
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Hans Grovendraad, an honest clown,
By cobbling in his native town,
Had earned a living ever.
His work was strong and clean and fine,
And none who served at Crispin's shrine
Was at his trade more clever.
Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong,
Compose at once a slipper and a song;
So shall read more
Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong,
Compose at once a slipper and a song;
So shall the fair your handiwork peruse,
Your sonnets sure shall please--perhaps your shoes.
The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.
The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.
