Tailors

“May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill,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,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,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.Why, what i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this!”

“All his reverend witLies in his wardrobe.”

“Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.”

“A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,—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,God tailor and god mercer.”

“What a fine manHath your tailor made you!”

“As if thou e'er wert angryThou'dst stink and be forgotten.”

“Get me some French tailorTo new-create you.”

“King Stephen was a worthy peere, Therefore he call'd the taylor lowne.”