Get me some French tailor To new-create you.

Yes, if they would thank their maker, And seek no further, but they have new creators, God tailor and god mercer.

As if thou e'er wert angry But with thy tailor! and yet that poor shred Can bring more to the making up of a man, Than can be hoped from thee; thou art his creature; And did he not, each morning, new create thee, Thou'dst stink and be forgotten.

What a fine man Hath your tailor made you!

He is not valiant that dares die, but he that boldly bears calamity.

Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.