There go my people, I must find out where they are going so I can lead them.

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

Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England.

For love that time was not as love is nowadays.

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.

This beast went to the well and drank, and the noise was in the beast's belly like unto the questing of thirty couple hounds, but all the while the beast drank there was no noise in the beast's belly.

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

King Pellinore that time followed the questing beast.

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

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

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.

Through this same man and me hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain.