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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. 
 The title of Ultracrepidarian critics has been given to those 
persons who find fault with small and insignificant details.  
 The title of Ultracrepidarian critics has been given to those 
persons who find fault with small and insignificant details. 
 Shoemaker, stick to your last.
 [Lat., Ne supra crepidam judicaret.]  
 Shoemaker, stick to your last.
 [Lat., Ne supra crepidam judicaret.] 
 Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet
 Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet;
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 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. 
 I was not made of common calf,
 Nor ever meant for country loon;
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 I was not made of common calf,
 Nor ever meant for country loon;
  If with an axe I seem cut out,
   The workman was no cobbling clown;
    A good jack boot with double sole he made,
     To roam the woods, or through the rivers wade. 
 To each foot its own shoe.
 [Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.]  
 To each foot its own shoe.
 [Fr., A chaque pied son soulier.] 
Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.
Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.
 When we see a man with bad shoes, we say it is no wonder, if he 
is a shoemaker.
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 When we see a man with bad shoes, we say it is no wonder, if he 
is a shoemaker.
 [Fr., Quand nous veoyons un homme mal chausse, nous disons que ce 
n'est pas merveille, s'il est chausstier.] 
 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.