Wherefore art not in thy shop to-day? — Shoemaking

"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 Crispins shrine Was at his trade more clever."

"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."

"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."

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

"A cobbler, * * * produced several new grins of his own invention, having been used to cut faces for many years together over his last."

"As he cobbled and hammered from morning till dark, With the footgear to mend on his knees, Stitching patches, or pegging on soles as he sang, Out of tune, ancient catches and glees."