He who satire loves to sing,
On himself will satire bring.
XVIII. ON GRUFFYDD HIRAETHOG. From William Lleyn.
In Eden’s grove from Adam’s mouth
Upsprang a muse of noble growth;
So from thy grave, O poet wise,
Cross Consonancy’s boughs shall rise.
XIX. LLANGOLLEN ALE. (George Borrow).
Llangollen’s brown ale is with malt and hop rife;
’Tis good; but don’t quaff it from evening till dawn;
For too much of that ale will incline you to strife;
Too much of that ale has caused knives to be drawn.
XX. TOM EVANS alias Twm o’r Nant. By Twm Tai.
Tom Evan’s the lad for hunting up songs,
Tom Evan to whom the best learning belongs;
Betwixt his two pasteboards he verses has got,
Sufficient to fill the whole country, I wot.
XXI. ENGLYN ON A WATERFALL.
Foaming and frothing from mountainous height,
Roaring like thunder the Rhyadr falls;
Though its silvery splendour the eye may delight,
Its fury the heart of the bravest appals.