ABSTRACT
Ameto lingered, listening to the song of the ladies, graced with a happy spirit, as you have heard; and feeling his soul far more prepared for this song than before, he surrendered his ears and his heart to sweet thoughts. And so, forming within himself a comparison of his primitive life with the present, he remembered himself with scorn, and he criticized himself for having lost time in hunting through the woods among fauns and satyrs. Now the fear he rightfully felt of the ladies* dogs still frightened him in his thoughts; and then he smiled to himself at his boldness in conquering such praiseworthy love; and with serene insight, he truly understood the song heard at first from his Lia.
