Then he looked by him, and was ware of a damsel that came riding as fast as her horse might gallop upon a fair palfrey. And when she espied that Sir Lanceor was slain, then she made sorrow out of… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long. — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
“I shall bere your noble fame, for ye spake a grete worde and fulfilled it worshipfully.” — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Through this same man and me hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
For, as I suppose, no man in this world hath lived better than I have done, to achieve that I have done. — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Then he looked by him, and was ware of a damsel that came riding as fast as her horse might gallop upon a fair… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England. — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
And much more am I sorrier for my good knights' loss than for the loss of my fair queen; for queens I might have… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
This beast went to the well and drank, and the noise was in the beast's belly like unto the questing of thirty couple hounds,… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long. — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was a marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
