Fiddle-faddle

I can understand why people read horoscopes, but for me it's a bunch of fiddle-faddle.

These foolish Mistresses do so hang about ye, so whimper, and so hug, I know it Gentlemen, and so intice ye, now ye are i’th’ bud; and that sweet tilting war, with eyes and kisses, th’ alarms of soft vows, and sighs, and fiddle faddles, spoils all our trade: you must forget these knick knacks, a woman at some time of year, I grant ye she is necessarie; but make no business of her.

The cur foretells the knell of parting day; The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; The wise man homeward plods; I only stay To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.

The witnesses made oath that they had heard some of the liverymen frequently railing at their mistress. They said she was a troublesome fiddle-faddle old woman, and so ceremonious that there was no bearing of her. They were so plagued with bowing and cringing as they went in and out of the room that their backs ached.