But sweetly and discreetly love passes from person to person, from heart to heart, or it is nothing worth.

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

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.

The heart has no wrinkles

Now will I rehearse before you a very ancient Breton Lay. As the tale was told to me, so, in turn, will I tell it over again, to the best of my art and knowledge. Hearken now to my story, its why and its reason.