But I have not even ten.

I am a beggar, Amalia." "Had you a hundred thousand, you could not buy Marcolina.

What does she care about money?
She loves books, the sky, the meadows, butterflies, playing with children.

She has inherited a small competence which more than suffices for her needs." "Were I but a sovereign prince," cried Casanova, somewhat theatrically, as was his wont when strongly moved.

"Had I but the power to commit men to prison, to send them to the scaffold.