Vostre cors car e gen
Cui eu dezire
Mas qu non faz parven;
E sitot me deslei
Per vos ges nous abnei
Q'ades vas vos soplei
De francha benevolensa
Domna on beutaz gensa."
From a famous Canzo by Guilhelm
de Cabestaing.
"The sweet thoughts which love gives me often, Lady, makes me sing of you many a pleasant song. Thinking, I gaze on your dear and comely self, which I desire more than I allow to appear; and although I seem disloyal for your sake, it is not you I deny. For soon towards you I pray with true love, Lady, in whom beauty is an ornament."