For love that time was not as love is nowadays.

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures.

I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.

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.

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?