Note 3 — Chapter III · PERMANENT SHOWS OR ENTRESORTS.
A. P. Morton translation
No king nor prince did ever see Such a tiny dwarf as she. When a flea to bite her tried, The feast intended she denied, And tried to crush him; then she found With ease he threw her to the ground. The summer breeze, a zephyr’s sigh, Would blow her down in passing by. In fact, she was so slim and small (Although in no way beautiful), That when she stood in merry play, Upon a tiny scale, one day— Of brass, of copper, or of steel— With dress and petticoat and frill, And with her coiffure, furthermore— The whole weighed but one louis d’or.