More quotes by Thomas Malory
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise the King born of all England.
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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