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

Yet some men say in many parts of England that King Arthur is not dead, but had by the will of our Lord Jesu into another place; and men say that he shall come again, and he shall win the holy cross.

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.

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

Enough is as good as a feast.

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.