[onedoug]

Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the awl: I
meddle with no tradesman’s matters, nor women’s
matters, but with awl. I am, indeed, sir, a surgeon
to old shoes; when they are in great danger, I
recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
neat’s leather have gone upon my handiwork. —Shakespeare, “Julius Caesar”

[lesser_satan]

MARULLUS :But what trade art thou? answer me directly.

Second Commoner :A trade, sir, that, I hope, I may use with a safe
conscience; which is, indeed, sir, a mender of bad soles.

MARULLUS :What trade, thou knave? thou naughty knave, what trade?

Second Commoner :Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet,
if you be out, sir, I can mend you.