And he answered, "I think truly the Lady Coryphane hath the bluest of all their blue eyes." Then said she, "And I think truly by thine answer, Severity, that thou lovest me not, for else wouldst thou have known that mine eyes are as blue as Coryphane's." "Nay truly," he answered; "for my heart knoweth well that thine eyes are blue, and that they are lovely, and to me the dearest of all eyes, but to say they are the bluest of all eyes, that I may not, for therein should I be no true man." Therewith was the lady somewhat shamed, and seeking to cover her vanity, did answer and say, "It may well be, sir knight, for how can I tell who see not mine own eyes, and would therefore know of thee, of whom men say, some that thou speakest truly, other some that thou speakest naughtily.

But be the truth as it may, every knight yet saith to his own mistress that in all things she is the paragon of the world." "Then," quoth the knight, "she that knoweth that every man saith so, must know also that only one of them all saith the thing that is true.

Not willingly would I add to the multitude of the lies that do go about the world!" "Now verily am I sure that thou dost not love me," cried the lady; "for all men do say of mine eyes--" Thereat she stayed words, and said no more, that he might speak again.

"Lady," said Sir Verity, and spake right solemnly, "as I said before I do say again, and in truth, that thine eyes are to me the dearest of all eyes.

But they might be the bluest or the blackest, the greenest or the grayest, yet would I love them all the same.