Nautarum jussu se praecipitavit Arion
In mare cantator funeris ipse sui:
Delapsum recipit gelidis amplexibus aequor,
Fatorumque ferax undaque et unda tumet.
Sed Delphinus adest, — sed adest secumque salutem
Attulit et vati et squamea terga dedit
O hominum feritas! O mollia corda ferarum,

Here, after sailing far, I, Madoc, lie,
Of Owain Gwynedd lawful progeny:
The verdant land had little charms for me;
From earliest youth I loved the dark-blue sea.
God in his head the Muse instill'd,
And from his head the world he fill'd.

Gone, gone are thy gates, Dinas Bran on the height!
Thy warders are blood-crows and ravens, I trow;
Now no one will wend from the field of the fight
To the fortress on high, save the raven and crow.

Chester ale, Chester ale! I could ne'er get it down,
'Tis made of ground-ivy, of dirt, and of bran,
'Tis as thick as a river below a huge town!
'Tis not lap for a dog, far less drink for a man.

Death somehow doth not seem to be a thing
To me of terror and of shuddering,
But just a gateway opening upon
New fields, new scenes, and new ideas anon —
Or if 'tis not, who holds it blessing cheap
To lie at rest in peaceful, dreamless, sleep?

Pwll Cheres, the dread whirlpool of Menai,
Twisteth the waves, as if a knot should tie:
A hideous howling hollow, an abyss
Enough to scare the heart is Pwll Cheres.

Longing for them doth fade my cheek;
He was a man, and she was meek;
A lion was he, she full of glee;
He handsome was, she fair to see.
A wondrous concord here was view'd;
He was wise, and she was good;
He liberal was, she kind of mood;
To heaven he went, she him pursued.

I want to pick you
Really, I really do
You are all sugary
Puffs and puffs of cotton candy
The sky is lucky
It can taste you every day
But me? I have nothing
I wish the sky would give me just one bite.

Neither drugs nor charms nor burnings will touch a deep-lying political sore any more than a bodily one; but only right and utter change of constitution;
And they do but lose their labor who think that by any tricks of law they can get the better of those mischiefs of commerce, and see not that they hew at a hydra.

Woe unto them that decree unrighteous decrees, and that write grievousness which they have prescribed; to turn aside the needy from judgment, and to take away the right from the poor of my people, that widows may be their prey, and that they may rob the fatherless!
And what will ye do in the day of visitation, and in the desolation which shall come from far? to whom will ye flee for help? and where will ye leave your glory?