Country Expressions, or Complements, to Women.
DEar Margery, what shall I say to thy kindness! methinks I cou'd buss thee for it till to morrow morning.
Kind Jenny, it rejoices me to see how smug you are; thy neatness has often made my chaps water, Ill assure you.
Sweet Mistriss Prue, how long shall I pine, as they call it, and hang my head like a wither'd Tulip or Primrose, before thou'lt say, Honest Jack I am thine?
Cib, thou art my choice, and the Old man, my Father, approves it; therefore prick up thy Ears, and be glad.
Doli, thou art my Pigsnies; and I so much love thee, that methinks I cou'd smuggle thee till I have lost thee.
Kate, you little think what a grumbling you have caused in my Gizard above this fortnight; for, in troth, I was never so out of humour in all my life; adad, I was not as since I gazed upon thy pritty grey Eyes at the last Wake.
Well, Madge, I hear that thy Father and mine have made up the match over a Pot of Ale, and I am come to seal the bargain with a buss, and to let you know