A badass 17th century lady named Joan won a bet.
Shameless Joan Or, the Old Woman of Finsbury, WHO Went through the City upon all four, with a lighted Candle in her Back-side, and scared the Watch who was amaz'd at that dismal sight. To the Tune of, Jealous Lover.
You that in merriment delight, Pray listen well to what I write, It is a pleasant Jest you'll find, To cure a melancholy mind:
As I upon the Watch did stand, With staff and lantern in my hand A frightful Creature there I see, Which fore amazed and startled me.
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Snails! Take mullet leaves and gilt grease, and stamp them with the oil of Garden-snails, and so make a salve of it, and anoint the place grieved.
Sheep poo.Take herb grace and sheep's dung, being new, and boil [...]
There’s nothing like a sunny Tuesday morning to lure you out of bed and into the closet where you keep your desktop. From there you dive into Project Gutenberg, which you plunder, full of matutinal enthusiasm, for things to put on your Kindle so that you can fulfill a longtime fantasy: reading with scones on the lake. (This, by the way, is *the* reason to get an e-reader — not the lake bit, but the sheer bounty, the gems you’ve never heard of on Project Gutenberg, which are yours, for free, and which will break you with gratitude.)
I’d downloaded some forty books for my morning read (in the course [...]
Brought to you anonymously by the Academy of Pleasure in 1656.
Image courtesy of the English Broadside Ballad Archive.
Previously: Joan Who Crawled Across London.