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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A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,--
True but for lying,--honest but for stealing,--
Did fall read more
A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,--
True but for lying,--honest but for stealing,--
Did fall one day extremely sick by chance
And on the sudden was in wondrous trance.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
'Twas when young Eustace wore his heart in's breeches.
Yes, if they would thank their maker,
And seek no further, but they have new creators,
God read more
Yes, if they would thank their maker,
And seek no further, but they have new creators,
God tailor and god mercer.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
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,
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.
'Tis not the robe or garment I affect;
For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
'Tis not the robe or garment I affect;
For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!
What a fine man
Hath your tailor made you!
