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

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

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?