Le Roman De La Rose - Tome I

“The more a man gazes on what he loves, the more he sets fire to his heart and bastes it with bacon fat.””

— de Lorris Guillaume

“Though Hope be courteous and debonair, She's never certain.””

— de Lorris Guillaume

“كما أن البحرلا يمكن تجفيفه، فإن أوجاع المحب وتباريح الغرام لا يمكن حصرها في الروايات””

— de Lorris Guillaume

“Will they not for their part have monkeys and marmosets to make them fine coats and doublets of leather and iron? Hands would not be a problem, for the monkeys could work with their hands, and so they would in no way be inferior to man; they could even be writers. They would never be so feeble as not to put their heads together to find ways of resisting these arms, and they would construct machines of their own with which they would inflict great harm on men.””

— de Lorris Guillaume

“From here to Jerusalem no woman has a more beautiful neck; it was smooth and soft to the touch. She had a bosom as white has the snow upon a branch, when it has just fallen. Her body as well made and svelte;you would not have had to seek anywhere on earth to find a woman with a more beautiful body. She had a pretty chaplet of gold embroidery. There was never a girl more elegant or better arrayed; nor would I have described her right. Above the chaplet of gold embroidery was one of fresh roses, and in her hand she held a mirror, and she had arranged her hair with a rich head-band.””

— de Lorris Guillaume

“Love, if I think right, is a sickness of thought that takes place between two persons of different sex when they are in close proximity and open to each other. It arises among people from the burning desire, born of disordinate glances, to embrace and kiss each other and to have the solace of one another's body. A lover so burns and is so enraptured that he thinks of nothing else; he takes no account of bearing fruit, but strives only for delight.””

— de Lorris Guillaume