But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or it is nothing worth.
If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!
For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure; yea, loyalty to the loved one and to your word. And because of this I dare not meddle with so high a matter.
Great were the lamentation and the cry when the news of this mischance was noised about the city. Such a tumult of mourning was never before heard, for the whole city was moved.
I love no woman, for love is a serious business, not a jest.
Whosoever counts these Lays as fable, may be assured that I am not of his mind.
