A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may
be, is in itself nothing--makes nothing, goes for nothing; but,
be sure of it, everything is life depends upon the cock of the
hat.' For how many men--we put it to your own experience,
reader--have made their way through the thronging crowds that
beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their
hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of
their hats'? The cock's all."
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So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life.
I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life.
A hat not much worse for wear.
A hat not much worse for wear.
One should not talk of hatters in the house of the hanged.
One should not talk of hatters in the house of the hanged.
I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
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I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat
And the breeches and all that
Are so queer.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes
with the next block.
He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes
with the next block.
My new straw hat that's trimly lin'd with green,
Let Peggy wear.
My new straw hat that's trimly lin'd with green,
Let Peggy wear.
"Sye," he seyd, "be the same hatte
I can knowe yf my wyfe be badde
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"Sye," he seyd, "be the same hatte
I can knowe yf my wyfe be badde
To me by eny other man;
If my floures ouver fade or falle,
Then doth my wyfe me wrong wyth alle
As many a woman can."
The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver read more
The Quaker loves an ample brim,
A hat that bows to no Salaam;
And dear the beaver is to him
As if it never made a dam.
