The Wit and Wisdom of Piers Gaveston

To mark the occasion of a new release and cover of Brandy Purdy's The Confession of Piers Gaveston, we offer some of the wit and wisdom of King Edward II's Gascon "favorite" drawn from the pages of Purdy's novel. Don't be surprised if you find some of these emblazoned on t-shirts some day.

Confess it, my Lord, I rattle you like the glass in a casement when it thunders!

Finding a costly piece of jewelry pinned to one's pillow is far from an unpleasant way to start the day.

Loving me is expensive.

Letting it be known will not make it be believed.

We must all learn to live with our disappointments.

Beauty and Sincerity do not go hand-in-hand and having one is no guarantee of the other.

Though I have always been faithful to Edward in my fashion, like fashion I am hardly ever constant.

And there are people who say I have no head for business!

When innocence is lost it is gone forever, and what takes root in its place isn't always good or pretty.

If you find this position awkward there are others we might try.

Love come sin many guises; Lust is not the only robe it wears.

People generally do take what they are offered.

There was nothing to be gained by lying, so I told the truth.

We always hate the one who has stolen the life we longed for.

When the day came when I must decide between shoes and shame I chose shoes and would again.

My mother told me never to look down on someone unless I meant to help.

My friend the Earl of Richmond accuses me of fancying you. Naturally, I denied it, but only because it's true.

Verily, My Lord, I shall have to don mourning for your dead sense of humor!

I know full well what I have become, but I also know what I could have
been.

It it true, life touches life, and one person can be like a pebble dropped into a pond creating ripples that spread far and wide.

I shall sit here and strive to appear languid and alluring while I pretend to listen.

Knowledge is power and blind faith is rarely rewarded.

It has long been my practice to only tell you lies that you are likely to believe.

Time has taught me that often the prize isn't worth winning.

I do not sleep under the stars unless they are painted on the ceiling or embroidered on the canopy above the bed!

Why if I had a gold coin for every time I have gone down on my knees...Oh, come to think of it, I do!

Trust and Love, they are a Fool's game, and I am glad to be dealt out even if it is by Death.

Did I never tell you how much I long to feel your lance?

I am determined to make a good death since I could not make a good life.