I’m human, after all. I was hurt. But whether it was a lot or a little I can’t say.

The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.

If you keep your feet in thorns even after knowing it's completely foolishness.

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

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

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

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

Written By Marie de France