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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'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
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.
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.
What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!
What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!
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.
(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.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.
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,
