222. ‘- Liete et pensose, accompagnate et sole,’

‘Ladies who go talking along the way,

happy and pensive, together or alone,

where is my life, where is my death?

Why is she not with you as she once was?’

‘We are happy with her memory alone:

grieving for her sweet company,

taken from us by Envy and Jealousy,

who mourns another’s good as his own ill.’

‘What can restrain a lover, or bind him?’

‘Nothing, the soul: Anger and Harshness, the body:

so it proves now with her, at other times with us.

But often the heart may be read in the face:

so we saw her noble beauty clouded,

and her eyes all bathed in tears.’