You are not like the flower, you are not pleasant, soft and fine, you
miss also any grace. And of charm moreover!
And when I hear you speak, sadness slips into my heart.
I think I should join my hands to beg God, that it daigne to grant methe grace to see you seldomely!
You have diamonds and pearls. You have all that the men want, but for
your interior value, my darling, it is really dismaying.
And instead of very beautiful eyes, you have the worst languages.
In the end, it's you you harm the most!
