ABSTRACT
Ameto had charged the lovely lady with the task of narrating; and stretching out upon the green grass and the diverse flowers, he extended his left forearm and rested his blond head on his left hand; and at the same time he held his eyes, his ears, and his mind fixed upon the face, words, and loves of the nymph; and rather remote from his former thoughts, diversely desiring as she spoke, he varied his reflections.
