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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61936	A Succinct description of France wherein is a character of the people, customs, &c. of that kingdom : sent by a gentleman now travelling there, to his friend in England : dedicated to that eminent and learned physician, Dr. Martin Lister, and may serve as a supplement to his Journey to Paris.	Philo-Patriae, Eugenius.	1700 (1700)	Wing S6114A; ESTC R17433	42,222	80

who are generally of an Indifferent Stature their Bodies Strait and their Wasts small but whether of this shape by Nature or Art I am not able to Determine for their Shoulders and Backs are so broad that they hold no Proportion with their Middles Their Hands are the best Ornaments of their Bodies long white and Slender and were their Faces agreeable an English Eye might think them tolerable but here I meet with a Contradiction for the Hand that is the best part of the Structure in the generality of Maids that we saw and their Wrists were so over run with Scabs that you would have thought them Leapers Their Hair is black even to a Fault their Faces become their Hair as a Field Argent does a Sable Bearing and Don Quixot did not so meritoriously assume the Name of the Knight of the ill favour'd Face as these Damoseiles do which confirm'd me in the opinion that England was not only a Paradice for Women in respect of their Privileges but also a Paradise of Women in Respect of their Perfections You cannot collect a better Character of a French-woman Continually Babling than from her continual Prating and Babling which is tedious troublesome and infinite and you will sooner want Eares than she a Tongue Horace's Eternal Babler in his Ninth Satyr was but a Puny to her Had Aristotle been acquainted with her it would have saved him a great deal of Labour in searching after a Perpetual Motion and it would have freed him from a Heresy which still infects his Doctrin and that is Quicquid movetur ab alio movetur for their Tongues moves themselves and make their own occasions of discoursing When they are going they are like a Pendulum Watch you need not Wind them up above Once in Eight and Forty Hours for so long will the Chain of their Clacks be Unwinding A Madam of Paris came with us in a Waggon from Rouen Fourteen hours were we together of which time I 'le be sworn upon a Book her Tongue fretted away Eleven hours and Fifty seven Minutes such Everlasting Talkers are they all that they will want Breath sooner than Words and are scarce Silent in the Grave As they are Endless in their Talk Their Discourse Familiar and Smutty so are they regardless of the Company they Speak in Stranger or Acquaintance 't is all one to them tho' indeed no man is a Stranger to them for in the first hour they ever saw you they will be as familiar and merry with you as if they had been at your Mother's Labour Some of them I believe are Chast but you will hardly think so by their Behaviour They abound with Laughter and Toying and are never without Smutty Songs which they chant in all Company whatsoever insomuch that you would think Modesty had never been there or was quite banished the Country Maids and Wives are both sick of this Disease tho' not both so desperately The Ladies of the Court I am told as far exceed them in Gamesomness as they do in the Dignities of their Places and I hear if Modesty were the best Apparel for Women many Court Ladies would be Thinly Cloath'd or else go Naked They Rail at the Custom of Saluting English Women with a Kiss Their Railery at English Womens being Saluted and say A Woman that will be Kiss'd is half Whored which makes them very sparing of receiving such Kindnesses but this is only a dissembled Un willingness for these Damoiselles will hardly refuse a Man's Bed tho' Education has taught them to fly from his Lips Night and the Curtains may conceal the one the other can obtain no Pardon in the Eye of such as happen to observe it Upon this ground your French Traveller that perhaps may see his Hostess kiss'd at Dover and see a Gentleman salute a Lady in the Streets of London relates at coming Home strange Chymera's of the English Modesty To encourage this Opinion French Boasting and being Bubled he tells his Comrades what Merchants Wives he enjoy'd at London and with how much familiarity he was entertain'd by a Lady at Westminster when all is gross Slander and the Fop was Bubled For when the Monsieurs come over with their Pockets full of Lewis d' Or 's the French Pimps in London that wait for such Booties grow into their Acquaintance and promise the Heated Fops the Embraces of such a choice a Beauty in the City or of such a Lady of the Court but as Ixion expected Juno and embraced a Cloud so those beguiled Wretches instead of the Eminent Persons named to them take into their Bosoms a common prostituted Crack of the Town and are cheated by their own Country Pandors I return again to the French Women The Liberty allowed to French Women in being Courted and tho' I must not kiss them which every one that sees them will have good cause to bless his Starrs for yet they are at Liberty to be Courted and have a greater Freedom in this than a moderate Wisdom would allow them Five Meals a day and being Courted at Church and even in the presence of her Husband are her Jura Conjugalia and they will walk Arm in Arm about the Streets or in the Fields with their Privado without the least Suspicion or Imputation which considering their Constitutions is a Liberty somewhat of the largest and yet they enjoy it both Maids and Married Women And so I take my leave of the French-men and Women so much extold for all those Graces that may Enoble and Adorn both Sexes by some of our English Travellors for my part I can discern nothing in them or about them to be Admired or Envyed them but their Country As soon as we were over the Brigde of Pontoise The Isle of France we entred into the Isle of France upon the Plain of a Mountain but such a Fruitful one as is not to be equall'd by any Valley out of France for if ever Nature was Prodigal of her Blessings or scattered them with an over plentiful hand it was in this Island For three Miles together the Vines grew up in an equal Height and afford better Wine than Normandy or Gascoin indeed the best on the Continent Orleans excepted and yet this was but a Scrap to stay our Stomachs lest we should Surfeit in the Valley Where we beheld Nature in her chiefest Glory The Valley of Montmarancy The Fields interchangeably planted with Wheat and Vines beautified here and there with Cherry-Trees which gratified the Eye with such a pleasant Object and a delightful Mixture of Colours that no Art could have expressed it self more delectably To which I may add that the River Seine here divided it self into lesser Channels to make it look like the Garden of Eden It is call'd the Valley of Montmarency which gives a Name to the Town and the Duke of Montmarency the Antientest House of Christendom who stile themselves the First Christian and the Eldest Baron of