"We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask!"

"Every one who, with intent to commit an indictable offence, has his face masked or coloured or is otherwise disguised is guilty of an indictable offence and liable to imprisonment for a term not exceeding ten years"

"A few years ago, very few teenagers wore masks. But many wear them today and the numbers are increasingly very rapidly. The reason is that these teenagers are looking for something to hide behind. They are constantly having to communicate with friends via SMS and emails and this is making them so tired that it is a relief to wear a masks. It is a way to hide their feelings."

"Bane: No one cared who I was 'til I put on the mask."

"It's a terrible thing to be alone — yes it is — it is — but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath — as terrible as you like — but a mask."

"Any mask ban is a dangerous prospect, as many regions are currently dealing with an increase in COVID cases, and these patterns are expected to continue multiple times a year. (Days after Los Angeles’s Democratic mayor Karen Bass said the city would look into a potential mask ban at protests, she contracted COVID.) A mask ban on the subway would endanger a public good that many people depend on — and have a right to — and the ability of high-risk people to participate in society, to be seen, and matter to the broader community."

"What is clear to me is that disabled people have never felt safe. Many of us view masking as a form of solidarity with workers, activists, and people of color all over the world fighting fascism and genocide. But mask bans send the message that it is a crime to be disabled. I think of people who have fought hard to stay relatively safe since early 2020, those who hang on a precipice that feels like it could fall at any moment. Some days I wonder what my breaking point will be."

"All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event — in the living act, the undoubted deed — there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

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

"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?"

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

"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."

"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!"

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

"Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast."

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

"All his reverend wit Lies in his wardrobe."

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

"Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme."

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

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

"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."

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

"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!"

"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.""

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

"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."

"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."

"Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself."

"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."

"Ne supra crepidam judicaret."

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

"A chaque pied son soulier."

"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."

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

"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."