Fairest and dearest, your wrath and anger are more heavy than I can bear; but learn that I cannot tell what you wish me to say without sinning against my honour too grievously.
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.
