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

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Marie de Francewas a poet, likely born in France, who lived in England during the late 12th century.

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

Marie de France

medieval poet

There are divers men who make a great show of loyalty, and pretend to such discretion in the hidden things they hear, that at the end folk come to put faith in them.

Marie de France

medieval poet

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

Marie de France

medieval poet

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

Marie de France

medieval poet

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.

Marie de France

medieval poet

If one of two lovers is loyal, and the other jealous and false, how may their friendship last, for Love is slain!

Marie de France

medieval poet

The dead and past stories that I have told again in divers fashions, are not set down without authority.

Marie de France

medieval poet

For what the lover would, that would the beloved; what she would ask of him that should he go before to grant. Without accord such as this, love is but a bond and a constraint.

Marie de France

medieval poet

The fool shouts loudly, thinking to impress the world.

Marie de France

medieval poet

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

Marie de France

medieval poet

Be sure that you speak with unfeigned lips.

Marie de France

medieval poet

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.

Marie de France

medieval poet

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.

Marie de France

medieval poet

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.

Marie de France

medieval poet

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

Marie de France

medieval poet