Classic Poem

Thy gown? Why, ay. Come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God! What masquing stuff is here?
What's this? A sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon
What, up and down, carved like an apple-tart?
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.