Стихи из 1600-х про сплетни

[MirrinMinttu]

At Child-bed when the Gossips meet,
Fine Stories we are told:
And if they get a Cup too much,
Their Tongues they cannot hold.

At Market when good Houswives meet,
Their Market being done,
Together they will crack a Pot,
Before they can get Home.

The Bake-house is a Place you know
Where Maids a Story hold,
And if their Mistresses will prate,
They must not be control'd.

At Alehouse you see how jovial they be
With every one her Noggin:
For till the Skull and the Belly be full,
None of them will be jogging

To Church fine Ladies do resort,
New Fashions for to spy:
And others go to Church sometimes
To shew their Bravery.

The Hot-house makes a rough Skin smooth
And doth it beautify:
Fine Gossips use it every Week,
Their Skins to purify.

At the Conduit striving for their Turn,
The Quarrell it grows great,
That up in Arms they are at last,
and one another beat.

Washing at the River's Side
Good Housewives take Delight:
But scolding Sluts care not to work,
Like wrangling Queens8 they fight.

Then Gossips all a Warning take,
Pray cease your Tongue to rattle:
Go knit, and Sew, and Brew, and Bake,
And leave off TITTLE-TATTLE.

@темы: "1600-е"