Enough is as good as a feast.

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

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.

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.

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

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.