Shoemaking

"A cobbler, * * * produced several new grins of his own invention, having been used to cut faces for many years together over his last."

"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.""

"Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself."

"Ye tuneful cobblers! still your notes prolong, Compose at once a slipper and a song; So shall the fair your handiwork peruse, Your sonnets sure shall please—perhaps your shoes."

"I can tell where my own shoe pinches me."

"The shoemaker makes a good shoe because he makes nothing else."

"Si calceum induisses, tum demum sentires qua parte te urgeret."

"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."

"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."

"Marry because you have drank with the king, And the king hath so graciously pledged you, You shall no more be called shoemakers. But you and yours to the world's end Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft."

"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."

"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."

"The title of Ultracrepidarian critics has been given to those persons who find fault with small and insignificant details."

"The wearer knows where the shoe wrings."

"A careless shoe string, in whose tie I see a wilde civility."

"Cinderella's lefts and rights To Geraldine's were frights, And I trow The damsel, deftly shod, Has dutifully trod Until now."

"Oh, where did hunter win So delicate a skin For her feet? You lucky little kid, You perished, so you did, For my sweet."

"The fairy stitching gleams On the sides and in the seams, And it shows That Pixies were the wags Who tipped these funny tags And these toes."

"Memento, in pellicula, cerdo, tenere tuo."

"Quand nous veoyons un homme mal chaussé, nous disons que ce n'est pas merveille, s'il est chaussetier."

"A chaque pied son soulier."

"But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound."

"Ne supra crepidam judicaret."

"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.""

"Hans Grovendraad, an honest clown, By cobbling in his native town, Had earned a living ever. His work was strong and clean and fine, And none who served at Crispin's shrine Was at his trade more clever."

"What trade are you? Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am but, as you would say, a cobbler."

"What trade art thou? answer me directly. A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe conscience; which is, indeed sir, a mender of bad soles."

"Thou art a cobbler, art thou? Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: * * * I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes."

"Wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? Why dost thou lead these men about the streets? Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself into more work."

"You cannot put the same shoe on every foot."

"When bootes and shoes are torne up to the lefts, Coblers must thrust their awles up to the hefts."

"Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone, How falls the polished hammer! Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown A quick and merry clamor. Now shape the sole! now deftly curl The glassy vamp around it, And bless the while the bright-eyed girl Whose gentle fingers bound it!"