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One said he wondered that leather was not dearer than any other
thing. Being demanded a reason: because, saith read more
One said he wondered that leather was not dearer than any other
thing. Being demanded a reason: because, saith he, it is more
stood upon than any other thing in the world.
- William Hazlitt,
A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.
A careless shoe string, in whose tie
I see a wilde civility.
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.
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
[Lat., Memento, in pellicula, cerdo, tenere tuo.]
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
[Lat., Memento, in pellicula, cerdo, tenere tuo.]
To one commending an orator for his skill in amplifying petty
matters, Agesilaus said: "I do not think that read more
To one commending an orator for his skill in amplifying petty
matters, Agesilaus said: "I do not think that shoemaker a good
workman that makes a great shoe for a little foot."
A cobbler, . . . produced several new grins of his own invention,
having been used to cut faces read more
A cobbler, . . . produced several new grins of his own invention,
having been used to cut faces for many years together over his
last.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
He very shoe has power to wound.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
He very shoe has power to wound.
I was not made of common calf,
Nor ever meant for country loon;
If with an axe read more
I was not made of common calf,
Nor ever meant for country loon;
If with an axe I seem cut out,
The workman was no cobbling clown;
A good jack boot with double sole he made,
To roam the woods, or through the rivers wade.
Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky read more
Oh, where did hunter win
So delicate a skin
For her feet?
You lucky little kid,
You perished, so you did,
For my sweet.