"If thou knowest not care and grief, it is because thou knowest not love, whereof they are the companions.

Who can love without an anxious heart?
How shall there be joy at meeting, without tears at parting ?" ("I did not see that his honor or my lady shed many anon," thought Wamba the Fool; but he was only a zany, and his mind was not right.) "I would not exchange my very sorrows for thine indifference," the knight continued.

"Where there is a sun, there must be a shadow.

If the shadow offend me, shall I put out my eyes and live in the dark?
No! I am content with my fate, even such as it is.

The Care of which thou speakest, hard though it may vex him, never yet rode down an honest man.