Albeit the Venice girls get praise
⁠For their sweet speech and tender air,
And though the old women have wise ways
⁠Of chaffering for amorous ware,
⁠Yet at my peril dare I swear,
Search Rome, where God's grace mainly tarries,
⁠Florence and Savoy, everywhere,
There's no good girl's lip out of Paris.

The Naples women, as folk prattle,
⁠Are sweetly spoken and subtle enough:
German girls are good at tattle,
⁠And Prussians make their boast thereof;