Francesca da Rimini

“A Gallehaut was the book and he who wrote it.”

“There is no greater sorrow than to recall our happy times in our misery.”

“Love, that lets no loved one be excused from loving, took me with such a strong desire for him, that, as you see, it still does not abandon me.”

“Love, which in gentle hearts is quickly born, seized him for the beautiful person that was taken from me.”

“We were reading one day, for delight, of Lancelot, how love constrained him; we were alone, suspecting nothing.”

“When we read of the desired smile being kissed by so great a lover, this one, who never shall be parted from me, kissed my mouth all trembling.”

“That day we read no more.”