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

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

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.

For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done.

And much more am I sorrier for my good knights' loss than for the loss of my fair queen; for queens I might have enough, but such a fellowship of good knights shall never be together in no company.

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

Enough is as good as a feast.