The Capitol of Romance

I do not believe the beauty of another lady can equal hers, because the rose, when it blooms, is no fresher than she; her body is well made and of gracious proportions, and her eyes and her mouth are the light of the world. For never did beauty know how to do more for her, and has so well placed in her all its power that nothing is left to it for others.

-- Raimon de Miraval