Marie De France

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

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 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.

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