"Thou Sir Launcelot, there thou liest, that thou were never matched of earthly knight's hand. And thou were the courteoust knight that ever bare shield. And thou were the truest friend to thy lover that ever bestrad horse. And thou were the truest lover of a sinful man that ever loved woman. And thou were the kindest man that ever struck with sword. And thou were the goodliest person that ever came among press of knights. And thou were the meekest man and the gentlest that ever ate in hall among ladies. And thou were the sternest knight to thy mortal foe that ever put spear in the rest."
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Thomas Malory
Sir Thomas Malory (c. 1405 – 14 March 1471) was an English author. His prose epic Le Morte d'Arthur, written during a long imprisonment in Newgate Prison as a captured partisan of the Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick during the Wars of the Roses, covers the careers of King Arthur and his knights. It is largely a free translation of various French romances.
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