ABSTRACT
While the young nymph whiles the time away with long discourse, Ameto admires all their manifest beauties with a thieving eye. And while he gazes fixedly at one, he esteems that one more beautiful than the others; then, moving his eyes from her and looking at another, he praises the other more and condemns his first opinion; and from there to the third; and as he admires her, he deems all the others less lovely. Thus he comments to himself regarding each one; and looking at them all he finds no one to whan he might attribute some flaw that spoils her beauty, and even less would he know how to declare which is the most beautiful.
