ABSTRACT
Among the leafy and new spring, in a spot thick with grass and flowers, and closed off by dense branches, I had sat down, hidden, to listen to the happy and charming loves of the beautiful nymphs, who recounted stories of these and their lovers. And hearing and admiring them–with their beautiful eyes and their bright countenances, which were shining more than morning stars–and hearing then their sweet singing in a voice that seemed angelic rather than earthly to hear, so sweetly was Love reawakened in my spirit, where he was sleeping and where I barely believed him to be, that I felt him go softly through my soul in every part with the beauty, the conversation, and the melody of those ladies; so that truly I remained beside myself for a good time in a happiness never before known.
