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 One commending a Tayler for his dexteritie in his profession, 
another standing by ratified his opinion, saying tailors had read more 
 One commending a Tayler for his dexteritie in his profession, 
another standing by ratified his opinion, saying tailors had 
their business at their fingers' ends.
   - William Hazlitt, 
 'Tis not the robe or garment I affect;
 For who would marry with a suit of clothes?  
 'Tis not the robe or garment I affect;
 For who would marry with a suit of clothes? 
 (Cloten:) Thou villain base,
 Know'st me not by my clothes?
  (Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
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 (Cloten:) Thou villain base,
 Know'st me not by my clothes?
  (Guiderius:) No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
   Who is thy grandfather. He made those clothes,
    Which, as it seems, make thee. 
 May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill,
 And tailors' lays be longer than their bill!
  While punctual beaux read more 
 May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill,
 And tailors' lays be longer than their bill!
  While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes,
   And pay for poems--when they pay for coats. 
 It takes nine tailors to make a man.
 [Fr., Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme.]  
 It takes nine tailors to make a man.
 [Fr., Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme.] 
 Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
 O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
  What's read more 
 Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
 O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
  What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.
   What, up and down carved like an apple tart?
    Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
     Like to a censer in a barber's shop.
      Why, what's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? 
 (Cornwall:) Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
 (Kent:) A tailor, sir. A stonecutter or a read more 
 (Cornwall:) Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man?
 (Kent:) A tailor, sir. A stonecutter or a painter could not 
have made him ill, though they had been but two years o' th' 
trade. 
 All his reverend wit
 Lies in his wardrobe.  
 All his reverend wit
 Lies in his wardrobe. 
 King Stephen was a worthy peere,
 His breeches cost him but a crowne;
  He held them sixpence read more 
 King Stephen was a worthy peere,
 His breeches cost him but a crowne;
  He held them sixpence all too deere,
   Therefore he call'd the taylor lowne.