For love that time was not as love is nowadays.
I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.
King Pellinore that time followed the questing beast.
What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?
Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done.
For as well as I have loved thee heretofore, mine heart will not serve now to see thee; for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.
Through this same man and me hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain.