In Munich, sleepy old town where superstitions linger and the women are as besotted with ignorance as the men with beer, she ruled the beggars and vagabonds.

It was there that fate led you and you fell under her hand.

She pretended to befriend you, for even so young, you promised to have power by your charms, renewing those she had never forgotten in her lost Iza.

No one consulted the Almanack de Gotha when you were launched on an admiring society as one of the Vieradlers.

You soon won a great reputation for freshness of wit and coquetry in all South Germany.