There was wine cooling in mountain ice, enough to give everyone the best advice. And what to me was even more shocking, a pile of money, seemingly forgotten, lying there in open sight on the buffet, money my mistress too quickly put away. I never saw her look prettier or more fair. I wonder where she borrowed the money. He has all I had to give.
Nothing is left.
Let's eat then. It seems Fortune's goodness never leaves anyone completely helpless. Don't pass my lips nor reach outside, don't war on my thoughts so vengefully. I wish God would take me back in time. She refused me food for once in her life saying there was nothing left in the house.