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?
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Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
'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?
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.
Sister, look ye,
How, by a new creation of my tailor's
I've shook off old mortality.
Sister, look ye,
How, by a new creation of my tailor's
I've shook off old mortality.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
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.
Yes, if they would thank their maker,
And seek no further, but they have new creators,
God read more
Yes, if they would thank their maker,
And seek no further, but they have new creators,
God tailor and god mercer.
As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
Can bring read more
As if thou e'er wert angry
But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred
Can bring more to the making up of a man,
Than can be hoped from thee; thou art his creature;
And did he not, each morning, new create thee,
Thou'dst stink and be forgotten.
