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As he cobbled and hammered from morning till dark,
With the footgear to mend on his knees,
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As he cobbled and hammered from morning till dark,
With the footgear to mend on his knees,
Stitching patches, or pegging on soles as he sang,
Out of tune, ancient catches and glees.
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.
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.
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.
One said he wondered that leather was not dearer than any other
thing. Being demanded a reason: because, saith read more
One said he wondered that leather was not dearer than any other
thing. Being demanded a reason: because, saith he, it is more
stood upon than any other thing in the world.
- William Hazlitt,
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 wearer knowes, where the shoe wrings.
[The wearer knows best where the shoe pinches.]
The wearer knowes, where the shoe wrings.
[The wearer knows best where the shoe pinches.]
The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.
The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.
Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong,
Compose at once a slipper and a song;
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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.