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

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.

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.

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