The very purpose of a knight is to fight on behalf of a lady.
For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done.
With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.
What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?
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.
Wit thou well that I will not live long after thy days.