| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey, That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away. |
| Alexander Pope | Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey; That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away. |
| John Ford | Sister, look ye, How, by a new creation of my tailor's I've shook off old mortality. |
| John Heywood | 'Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes? |
| John Heywood | It takes nine tailors to make a man. |
| John Webster | All his reverend wit Lies in his wardrobe. |
| Philip Massinger | What a fine man Hath your tailor made you! |
| Philip Massinger | Get me some French tailor To new-create you. |
| Philip Massinger | Yes, if they would thank their maker, And seek no further, but they have new creators, God tailor and god mercer. |
| Sir John Harrington | 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. |
| Thomas Percy | 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. |
| William Hazlitt | 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. - William Hazlitt, |
| Thomas Carlyle | Great is the Tailor, but not the greatest. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man? A tailor, sir. A stonecutter or a painter could not have made him ill, though they had been but two years o' th' trade. |
| William Shakespeare | Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there? What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon. What, up and down carved 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's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? |
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