Author: Marie de France

Quotes

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

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

- Marie de France

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

- Marie de France

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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