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B04931 An encomiastick character of the most necessary, most ingenious, and most pleasant art of taylorie dedicated to the masters of the much honoured Corporation of Edinburgh. / N. Paterson. Paterson, Ninian, d. 1688. 1688 (1688) Wing P691; ESTC R181518 1,534 1

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AN ENCOMIASTICK CHARACTER Of the most Necessary most Ingenious and most Pleasant Art OF TAYLORIE Dedicated to the Masters of the much Honoured CORPORATION OF EDINBURGH BLest are Our Dayes and Happy are Our Starrs After Our Brutish and Intestine Warrs When harmeless Peace claps her Triumphant Wings Betwixt the Subjects Interest and the Kings Peace the sole Nurse of Plenty and of Arts Hath with such Thrift and Vertue fill'd our Hearts No more the Bloody and Revengeful Blade To Toss but each to follow his Own Trade Amongst the which Your necessary Art Hath both the Pompous and the pleasant Part An Art whose Character and true intent Both for distinction is and ornament For constantly through all the World we find Mans habit differs from the Woman-kind If we affirm who 'l take it in ill part That Kings and Patriarchs both practis'd your Art. Joseph was Jacobs darling And what not And it was Jacob that made Josephs Coat Ladies made Cloaths who had no Journey men A Madam Taylor was no wonder then Yea without Taylors where 's the difference Betwixt a Countesse and a Countrey Wench Let any strangers eye the most observant Distinction make of Master from a Servant Without your Art Nay it is only ye Can fashion each Man to his own degree Did not your Art adorn them year by year Lords would like Beggars Beggars Lords appear View me your Parliaments wherein it s said The Glory of a Nation is Displaid Did not your Pompous Art each Man adorn Their Glorious Grandour all would turn to scorn Adam and Eve he King and she a Queen The greatest ever in this world were seen Were Taylors both But this was the mischief They wanted Cloath and sowed Leaf to Leaf Yet since no Art nor Instrument was theirs They were but Embrio-Master fashioners It 's yours above all Arts whose industrie Can add a Splendour to Nobilitie Yea Ye have fill'd all Ages and all States With Worthie Patriots and Magistrates Both Burgesses and Splendid Gentry too In Town and Country owe their Birth to you Councils and Armies ye have both supplied With Wit and Valour more than any Trade Some Arts the Hands and some the Feet do cover Only the Taylors Art is seen all over Some are for Halcyon peace some for stern Warr But yours for both So great 's a Taylors Care Some Arts we use at Land and some at Sea. The Taylors Art we need where ere we be Some Arts are only for some kind of Men But yours all sorts doth fully comprehend Without the which Judges would stand like Blocks And Kings themselves wold prove but laughing stocks Some Arts are so extinct nought can perswade But their sad Relicts they a Being had Yet it 's acknowledged in every part The Taylors are the eldest Sons of Art Whose Art to the last Judgment shall remain Or Israel in desert be again Your Art was surely precious to the Jews Who rent their cloaths on every dismall newes Ye 're Artificiall Powers that can Create The several shapes both in the Church and State. And can them into several Classes varie Politick Sacred or the Militarie It 's you makes Cinnamon Trees of silly Noddies Whose Bark is far more Worthy than their Bodies And tho their Head like emptie Bottles showes Ye Rhetorick Infuse into their Cloaths If palliative cures deserve that name Ye are Physicians of Disastrous shame And are prefer'd before them yet a stepp Defects of nature ye both help and hepp What Lands what Livings and what goodly price Would Adam given for you in Paradice It 's true from Adam's fall our Cloaths we name The fairest covers of the Foulest shame Yet to exalt your Glory not your Pride Blessed are ye our nakedness can hide It 's you can make the outside satisfie The expectation of the Curious Eye The Souls the Bodies Blade but then we know The Scabbard next to GOD to you we owe. Nay to the Eternal Honour of your Trade Your Master first was GOD Himself we Read Since Reason and the Scriptures both allow All other Trades must needs give place to you A Master of his Trade none him aver In House or Shop who wants this Character Aetern●m Floreat ARS VESTIARIA N. PATERSON FINIS EDINBVRGH Printed by John Reid Anno DOM. 1688. This word Hepp is pure Hebrew * Genesis 3.17