The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.
Le Morte d'Arthur · 1485
The joy of love is too short, and the sorrow thereof, and what cometh thereof, dureth over long.
Who so pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil, is rightwise king born of all England.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.