The ladies whose hair he dressed, sometimes complained that their curl papers were scrawled over with writing, and, when opened out, they were found covered with verses.
The men whom he shaved spread his praises abroad.

In so small a town a reputation for verse-making soon becomes known.

"You can see me," he said to a customer, "with a comb in my hand, and a verse in my head.

I give you always a gentle hand with my razor of velvet.

My mouth recites while my hand works." When Jasmin desired to display his oratorical powers, he went in the evenings to the quarter of the Augustins, where the spinning-women assembled, surrounded by their boys and girls.