Thomas Malory

Then Sir Launcelot saw her visage, but he wept not greatly, but sighed.

For as well as I have loved thee, mine heart will not serve me to see thee, for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.

Through this man (Launcelot) and me (Guenever) 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.

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

All ye that be lovers call unto your remembrance the month of May, like as did Queen Guenever, for whom I make here a little mention, that while she lived she was a true lover, and therefore she had a good end.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no …

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and …

When Percivale and Bors saw Galahad dead they made as much sorrow as ever did two men. And if they had not been good men they might lightly have fallen in despair.

The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.

What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?

Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was a marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he endured the pain.

Knight, keep well thy head, for thou shalt have a buffet for the slaying of my horse.

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

In the midst of the lake Arthur was ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand.

Then were they afeard when they saw a knight.

Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise the King born of all England.

Well, said Merlin, I know whom thou seekest, for thou seekest Merlin; therefore seek no farther, for I am he.

It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time. And the duke was called the duke of Tintagil.