Thomas malory

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

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

For love that time was not as love is nowadays.

King Pellinore that time followed the questing beast.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.