"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."

"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."

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

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

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

"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."

"Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself."

"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 for many years together over his last."

"The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no Salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam."

"I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life."

"I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat And the breeches and all that Are so queer."

"My new straw hat that's trimly lin'd with green, Let Peggy wear."

"A hat not much the worse for wear."

"One should not talk of hatters in the house of the hanged."

"So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat."

"Sye," he seyd, "be the same hatte I can knowe yf my wyfe be badde To me by eny other man; If my floures ouver fade or falle, Then doth my wyfe me wrong wyth alle As many a woman can."

"Oh, Hat that cows the spirit! ...If any spirit be... First cousin to the Black Cap And sign of slavery! Funereal and horrible... But this at least I owe it; It matches to a nicety The Face that Sits Below It!."

"———“Are we not here now;”—continued the corporal, “and are we not”—(dropping his hat plumb upon the ground—and pausing, before he pronounced the word)——“gone! in a moment?” The descent of the hat was as if a heavy lump of clay had been kneaded into the crown of it.——Nothing could have expressed the sentiment of mortality, of which it was the type and fore-runner, like it,—his hand seemed to vanish from under it,—it fell dead,—the corporal’s eye fix’d upon it, as upon a corps,—and Susannah burst into a flood of tears. Now—Ten thousand, and ten thousand times ten thousand (for matter and motion are infinite) are the ways by which a hat may be dropped upon the ground, without any effect.——Had he flung it, or thrown it, or cast it, or skimmed it, or squirted, or let it slip or fall in any possible direction under heaven,—or in the best direction that could be given to it,—had he dropped it like a goose—like a puppy—like an ass—or in doing it, or even after he had done, had he looked like a fool,—like a ninny—like a nicompoop—it had fail’d, and the effect upon the heart had been lost. Ye who govern this mighty world and its mighty concerns with the engines of eloquence,—who heat it, and cool it, and melt it, and mollify it,——and then harden it again to your purpose—— Ye who wind and turn the passions with this great windlass,— and, having done it, lead the owners of them, whither ye think meet— Ye, lastly, who drive——and why not, Ye also who are driven, like turkeys to market, with a stick and a red clout—meditate—meditate, I beseech you, upon Trim’s hat."

"He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block."

"A hat should be taken off when greeting a lady, and left off the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat."

"A man is nothing without his hat."

"The hat is the ultimatum moriens of respectability."

"Have you noticed when you wear a hat for a long time it feels like it's not there anymore? And then when you take it off it feels like it's still there?"

"ABACOT, n. A cap of state wrought into the shape of two crowns, formerly worn by kings. Very pretty monarchs had it made in the form of three crowns."

"A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may be, is in itself nothing—makes nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it, everything in life depends upon the cock of the hat.' For how many men—we put it to your own experience, reader—have made their way through the thronging crowds that beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of their hats'? The cock's all.""

"'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write, As fopplings grin to snow their teeth are white."

"I marched the lobby, twirled my stick, * * * * * The girls all cried, "He's quite the kick.""

"Has death his fopperies?"

"A fop? In this brave, licentious age To bring his musty morals on the stage? Rhime us to reason? and our lives redress In metre, as Druids did the savages."

"This is the excellent foppery of the world."

"A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt, A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt."

"Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another."

"A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who idles away the whole day among the chairs of the ladies, and is ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets-doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve, who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling thing."

"Of all the fools that pride can boast, A Coxcomb claims distinction most."

"They were attempting to put on Raiment from naked bodies won."

"Brevity is the soul of lingerie."

"The dress should be the setting and not the gem."

"And say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their private parts; that they should not display their beauty and ornaments except what (must ordinarily) appear thereof; that they should draw their khimār over their breasts and not display their beauty except to their husband, their fathers, their husband's fathers, their sons, their husbands' sons, their brothers or their brothers' sons, or their sisters' sons, or their women, or the slaves whom their right hands possess, or male servants free of physical needs, or small children who have no sense of the shame of sex; and that they should not strike their feet in order to draw attention to their hidden ornaments."

"O Prophet! Enjoin your wives, your daughters, and the wives of true believers that they should cast their outer garments over their persons (when abroad): That is most convenient, that they may be distinguished and not be harassed."

"You're born naked. The rest is drag."

"Nobody can tell us Christians how to dress, how to live or how to pray."

"The soul of this man is his clothes."

"Thou villain base, Know'st me not by my clothes?"

"Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man."

"See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring."

"So tedious is this day, As is the night before some festival To an impatient child, that hath new robes, And may not wear them."

"With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery."

"He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests."

"The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them."