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

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

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.

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