All his reverend wit Lies in his wardrobe.

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

It takes nine tailors to make a man. [Fr., Il faut neuf tailleurs pour faire un homme.]

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

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.

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