Methinks, the arrow of cupid hath pierced thy heart, Sir Knight. If thou wilt give all unto the object of thy affection, yea even breath itself, thou art surely doomed and not odd amongst men for that matter.

If thou followest the laws of the Courts of Love, then thy road be of hill and vale, goodly Sir, for thou wilt be led a merry chase indeed and thou wilt know no rest until ye lay mort in thy conquest or defeat.