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• With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread,-- Stitch!
  itch! stitch! -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• Sewing at once a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• Stop while you're a Thread......
• My haystack had no needle!
• A man that 's fond precociously of stirring Must be a spoon.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Morning Meditatio...
• I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good
  But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood....