And then her eyes, it is always them he praises best:—
"L' angelico leggiadro e dolce riso
Nel qual quando scintillan quelle stelle
Che la luce del ciel fanno minore
Par s' apra 'l cielo e rida il mundo tutto."[161]
But he speaks of her beauty in a thousand verses in a thousand places, in many disguises.
This burning and eager love was, however, hindered in one thing—he had the greatest difficulty in seeing Fiammetta:—
"Qualor mi mena Amor dov' io vi veggia
Ch' assai di rado avvien, sì cara sete...."[162]
For at this time certainly Fiammetta does not seem to have considered his love of any importance to her, so that she gave him very few opportunities of seeing her, and then in everything he had to be careful not to rouse her husband's suspicions.[163] Sometimes, too, she went far away into the country to some property of her family, whither he could not follow, and always every year to Baia for the season; so that we find him writing:—