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.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
All his reverend wit
Lies in his wardrobe.
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.
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.
What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!
What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!
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,
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.
