Tailors

"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."

"Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast."

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

"Sister, look ye, How, by a new creation of my tailor's I've shook off old mortality."

"Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey; That suit an unpaid tailor snatch'd away."

"Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes? No, nor thy tailor, rascal, Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes, Which, as it seems, make thee."

"Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? Ay, a tailor, sir; a stone-cutter or a painter could not have made him so ill, though he had been but two hours at the trade."

"Thy gown? why, ay;—come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What, up and down, carv'd 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 i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this!"

"All his reverend wit Lies in his wardrobe."

"Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest."

"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."

"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."

"'Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?"

"Yes, if they would thank their maker, And seek no further; but they have new creators, God tailor and god mercer."

"What a fine man Hath your tailor made you!"

"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."

"Get me some French tailor To new-create you."

"King Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches cost him but a crowne; He held them sixpence all too deere, Therefore he call'd the taylor lowne."

"Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme."