More quotes by Thomas Malory
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise the King born of all England.
For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.
With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Not for the body, but for the heart; companion and company are needed.
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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