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 King born of all England.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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 flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.

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 stability. But the old love was not so.