But when our farmers made their amorous vows,
She talk’d of market-steeds and patent-ploughs.
Not unemploy’d her evenings pass’d away,
Amusement closed, as business waked the day;
When to her toilet’s brief concern she ran,
And conversation with her friends began,
Who all were welcome, what they saw, to share;
And joyous neighbours praised her Christmas fare,
That none around might, in their scorn, complain
Of Gossip Goe as greedy in her gain.