fizgig

A flirtatious, coquettish girl, inclined to gad or gallivant about; a gig, a giglot, a jillflirt.

You thinke (perhaps) to win great fame / by uncouth sutes and fashions wilde: / All such as know you thinke the same, / but in ech kind you are beguilde; / For when you looke for praises sound; / Then are you for light fisgiggs crownde.

I don't see why Gertrude is not young enough and strong enough to take care of her child herself, without having a fine madman of a nurse to help her. If she cannot it is time she is learned;—anyway, I will keep no such fizgigs about here.

Something frivolous or trivial; a gewgaw, a trinket.

"[…] Lillie did the best she could, poor girl! but I could see all the time she was worrying about her new fizgigs and folderols in the house.[…]" / "[…] Young mistresses, you see, have nerves all over their house at first. They tremble at every dent in their furniture, and wink when you come near it, as if you were going to hit it a blow; but that wears off in time, and they learn to take it easy."

Mr. Leslie Stephen's style is exactly the opposite to Canon [Charles] Kingsley's. We have no fizgigs of fine writing for fine writing's sake, or for the sake of anything else. God is not adjured nor complimented in every other page. Christianity and muscles find their proper places. It is a perfect relief after the flabby, effeminate rhetoric with which we are now deluged, to read Mr. Leslie Stephen's terse and masculine style.

To roam around in a frivolous manner; to gad about, to gallivant.

Why should I go gadding and fizgigging after firking flantado amphibologies?

[…] I likes you because yo're none of the fiz-gigging misses, with their roles and pomatums, and tippets, and trumpery; you're a sober minded young woman, one belike as wull keep close house, and mind business: […]

A small squib-like firework that explodes with a fizzing or hissing noise.

What the Chevalier [Mortram] is about to do no one is supposed to know but himself. In the impenetrable breast of the artist lies the determination […] whether a Devil-among-the-Tailors shall end his freaks with a grand explosion of flower-pots and fizzgigs; […] or a fiery dragon to dart and wriggle and spit fire over the heads of the spectators.

Very different were our fizgigs at Brambles'. Neither powder nor pepper (you know) was adulterated in those days, and if you made a fizgig, why it blossomed and starred like a golden thistle, flashed into a myriad sparklets like a tiny fountain for Queen Mab and her troupe to dance around.