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.

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For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure; yea, loyalty to the...

For above all things Love means sweetness, and truth, and measure; yea, loyalty to the...

The fool shouts loudly, thinking to impress the world.

The fool shouts loudly, thinking to impress the world.

Great were the lamentation and the cry when the news of this mischance was noised...

Great were the lamentation and the cry when the news of this mischance was noised...

The dead and past stories that I have told again in divers fashions, are not...

The dead and past stories that I have told again in divers fashions, are not...

He who would tell divers tales must know how to vary the tune.

He who would tell divers tales must know how to vary the tune.

If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may...

If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may...

Be sure that you speak with unfeigned lips.

Be sure that you speak with unfeigned lips.

I love no woman, for love is a serious business, not a jest.

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...

Whosoever counts these Lays as fable, may be assured that I am not of his...

There are divers men who make a great show of loyalty, and pretend to such...

There are divers men who make a great show of loyalty, and pretend to such...

Now will I rehearse before you a very ancient Breton Lay. As the tale was...

Now will I rehearse before you a very ancient Breton Lay. As the tale was...

But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or...

But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or...

For what the lover would, that would the beloved; what she would ask of him...

For what the lover would, that would the beloved; what she would ask of him...

Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first...

Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first...