I shall curse you with book and bell and candle.
Wit thou well that I will not<br/>live long after thy days.
For love that time was not as love is nowadays.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
For as well as I have loved thee heretofore, mine heart will not serve now to see thee; for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England.
And much more am I sorrier for my good knights' loss than for the loss of my fair queen; for queens I might have enough, but such a fellowship of good knights shall never be together in no company.
Then Sir Launcelot saw her visage, but he wept not greatly, but sighed!
And anon there came in a dove at a window, and in her mouth there seemed a little censer of gold, and therewithal there was such a savour as all the spicery of the world had been there.
For like as herbs and trees bringing forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds.
What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?