Oh forsooth! Tis Friday and lo the burden of rent befallest upon me. I venture forth in pursuit of fortune’s favour, alas to no avail. I sensed that fortune’s fair maiden hath cast her gaze upon mine humbled self. But alas I have been deceived and now the bitter taste of despair lingers within. Gone are the coins, spent in reckless wager, as rent slips through my grasp, vanishing like morning mist. Mine heart aches and it’s a remedy I seek. I quaff to cloud my woes. Forsooth! I have frittered away all my dwellings due and all else. A fools game unkindly embracing me. Now I shall drown my sorrows in the cups embrace, drinking until oblivion claims me as his own.