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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.
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.]
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.
Shoemaker, stick to your last.
[Lat., Ne supra crepidam judicaret.]
Shoemaker, stick to your last.
[Lat., Ne supra crepidam judicaret.]
I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.
I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.
If you had taken off the shoe then, at length you would feel in
what part it pinched you.
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If you had taken off the shoe then, at length you would feel in
what part it pinched you.
[Lat., Si calceum induisses, tum demum sentires qua parte te
urgeret.]
The fairy stitching gleams
On the sides and in the seams,
And it shows
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The fairy stitching gleams
On the sides and in the seams,
And it shows
That Pixies were the wags
Who tipped these funny tags
And these toes.
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.
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.