Tailors

May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill,And pay for poems—when they pay for coats.

— Tailors

Thy clothes are all the soul thou hast.

— Tailors

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

— Tailors

Sister, look ye,I've shook off old mortality.

— Tailors

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

— Tailors

Thou villain base,Which, as it seems, make thee.

— Tailors

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.

— Tailors

Thy gown? why, ay;—come, tailor, let us see't.Why, what i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this!

— Tailors

All his reverend witLies in his wardrobe.

— Tailors

Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest.

— Tailors

A tailor, though a man of upright dealing,—And on the sudden was in wondrous trance.

— Tailors

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.

— Tailors

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

— Tailors

Yes, if they would thank their maker,God tailor and god mercer.

— Tailors

What a fine manHath your tailor made you!

— Tailors

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

— Tailors

Get me some French tailorTo new-create you.

— Tailors

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

— Tailors