The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh…

Then were they afeard when they saw a knight.

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

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

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.

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.