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Shoemaker, stick to your last.
[Lat., Ne supra crepidam judicaret.]
Shoemaker, stick to your last.
[Lat., Ne supra crepidam judicaret.]
As he cobbled and hammered from morning till dark,
With the footgear to mend on his knees,
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As he cobbled and hammered from morning till dark,
With the footgear to mend on his knees,
Stitching patches, or pegging on soles as he sang,
Out of tune, ancient catches and glees.
When we see a man with bad shoes, we say it is no wonder, if he
is a shoemaker.
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When we see a man with bad shoes, we say it is no wonder, if he
is a shoemaker.
[Fr., Quand nous veoyons un homme mal chausse, nous disons que ce
n'est pas merveille, s'il est chausstier.]
Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet
Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet;
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Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet
Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet;
Should the big last extend the shoe too wide,
Each stone will wrench the unwary step aside;
The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein,
The cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain;
And when too short the modish shoes are worn,
You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.
. . . And holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and
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. . . And holding out his shoe, asked them whether it was not new and
well made. "Yet," added he, "none of you can tell where it
pinches me."
Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights,
And I trow
The damsel, deftly read more
Cinderella's lefts and rights
To Geraldine's were frights,
And I trow
The damsel, deftly shod,
Has dutifully trod
Until now.
The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.
The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else.
I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.
I can tell where my own shoe pinches me.
Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
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Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perished, so you did,
For my sweet.
