Thomas Malory

For as well as I have loved thee, mine heart will not serve me to see thee, for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed.

It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time. And the duke was called the duke of Tintagil.

Then Sir Launcelot saw her visage, but he wept not greatly, but sighed.

Knight, keep well thy head, for thou shalt have a buffet for the slaying of my horse.

When Percivale and Bors saw Galahad dead they made as much sorrow as ever did two men. And if they had not been good men they might lightly have fallen in despair.

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.

In the midst of the lake Arthur was ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand.