Hawddamor, glwysgor glasgoed, Fis Mai haf, canys mau hoed. Cadarn farchog serchog sâl, Cadwynwyrdd feistr coed anial; Cyfaill cariad ac adar, Cof y s… - Dafydd ap Gwilym

Nythod ddwyn, cyd nithud ddail,
Ni'th dditia neb, ni'th etail,
Na llu rhugl, na llaw rhaglaw,
Na llafn glas na llif na glaw.

No lover in any language, and certainly no poet, has confessed to missing the mark more often than Dafydd ap Gwilym. Uncooperative husbands, quick-triggered alarms, crones and walls, strong locks, floods and fogs and bogs and dogs are for ever interposing themselves between him and golden-haired Morfudd, black-browed Dyddgu, or Gwen the infinitely fair. But a great trier, even in church.

Cyn rheitied i mi brydu
Ag i tithau bregethu,
A chyn iawned ym glera
Ag I tithau gardota.
Pand englynion ac odlau
Yw'r hymnau a'r segwensiau?
A chywyddau i Dduw lwyd
Yw sallwyr Dafydd Broffwyd.