The _French_ women, by the bye, love May-poles, _ la folie_--that is, as much as their matins----give 'em but a May-pole, whether in _May_, _June_, _July_, or _September_--they never count the times----down it goes----'tis meat, drink, washing, and lodging to 'em----and had we but the policy, an' please your worships (as wood is a little scarce in _France_), to send them but plenty of May-poles----
The women would set them up; and when they had done, they would dance round them (and the men for company) till they were all blind.

The French women, by the bye, love Maypoles, at any time of year - give 'em but a Maypole, down it goes - 'tis meat, drink, washing, and lodging to 'em - and if we but had the policy to send plenty of Maypoles to France, the women would dance round them (with the men for company) till they were all blind.
