Finally, a few small debts, amounting
To thirty or forty guilders (loose counting),
Be pleased, in your letter, without fail,
Dear parents, to enclose this bagatelle.
And could you, for sundries, send me twenty
Or a dozen Louis d’or (that would be plenty),
’Twould be a kindness seasonably done,
And very acceptable to your son.
This letter, dear parents, comes hoping to find you
In usual health—I beg to remind you