More quotes by Thomas Malory
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.
Knight, keep well thy head, for thou shalt have a buffet for the slaying of my horse.
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