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.

Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.

Get me some French tailor
To new-create you.

Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.

Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.

It takes nine tailors to make a man.
[Fr., Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme.]

It takes nine tailors to make a man.
[Fr., Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme.]

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.

Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
What's read more

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?

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.

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.