But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
Shoemaker, stick to your last.
Naturalis. XXXV. 10. 36. According to Cardinal Wiseman, it should read "a shoemaker should not go above his latchet." See his Points of Contact between Science and Art. Note under Sculpture.
Ne sutor supra crepidam.
Given by Buchmann—Gefltigelle Work, as correct phrase. Ne sutor ultra crepidam, as quoted by Erasmus. Same idea in Non sentis, inquit, te ultra malleum loqui? Do you not perceive that you are speaking beyond your hammer? To a blacksmith criticising music.
Athenæus
Plutarch—Lives. Vol. II. Life of Mmilius Paulus.
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 Crispin's shrine
Was at his trade more clever.
What trade are you?
Truly, sir, in respect of a fine workman, I am
but, as you would say, a cobbler.
What trade art thou? answer me directly.
A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a
safe conscience; which is, indeed sir, a mender
of bad soles.
Thou art a cobbler, art thou?
Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl:
- * * I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old
shoes.
Wherefore art not in thy shop to-day?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
Truly, sir, to wear out their shoes, to get myself
into more work.
You cannot put the same shoe on every foot.
When bootes and shoes are torne up to the lefts,
Coblers must thrust their awlcs up to the hefts.
Rap, rap! upon the well-worn stone,
How falls the polished hammer!
Rap, rap! the measured sound has grown
A quick aid merry clamor.
Now shape the sole! now deftly curl
The glassy vamp around it,
And bless the while the bright-eyed girl
Whose gentle fingers bound it!
SICKNESS
(See also Disease, Medicine)
The best of remedies is a beefsteak
Against sea-sickness; try it, sir, before
You sneer, and I assure you this is true,
For I have found it answer—so may you.
E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
Sickness is a belief, to be annihilated by the
divine Mind.
Prevention is better than cure.
I've that within for which there are no plasters.
Some maladies are rich and precious and only
to be acquired by the right of inheritance or
purchased with gold.
The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.
A malady
Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.
This sickness doth infect
The very life-blood of our enterprise.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their colour fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the
world
Did lose his lustre.
What, is Brutus sick,
And will he steal out of his wholesome bed,
To dare the vile contagion of the night?
My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things.
