is the joy of armies, and like a lion in
danger. He is the emperor and sovereign of sea and land. He is a
warrior that may be compared to a deluge, to the surge on the beach that
covereth the wild salmons. His noise is like the roaring wave that
rusheth to the shore, that can neither be stopped or appeased. He puts
numerous troops of his enemies to flight like a mighty wind. Warriors
crowded about him, zealous to defend his just cause; their shields shone
bright on their arms. His Bards make the vales resound with his praises;
the justice of his cause, and his bravery in maintaining it, are
deservedly celebrated. His valour is the theme of every tongue. The
glory of his victories is heard in distant climes. His men exult about
their eagle. To yield or die is the fate of his enemies--they have
experienced his force by the shivering of his lance. In the day of
battle no danger can turn him from his purpose. He is conspicuous above
the rest, with a large, strong, crimson lance. He is the honour of his
country, great is his generosity, and a suit is not made to him in vain.
Llewelyn is a tender-hearted prince. He can nobly spread the feast, yet
is he not enervated by luxury. May he that bestowed on us a share of his
heavenly revelation, grant him the blessed habitation of the saints above
the stars.

A PANEGYRIC

_Upon Owain Gwynedd_, _Prince of North Wales_, _by Gwalchmai_, _the son
of Meilir_, _in the year_ 1157.

I will extol the generous hero descended from the race of Roderic, {25a}
the bulwark of his country, a prince eminent for his good qualities, the
glory of Britain, Owain the brave and expert in arms, a prince that
neither hoardeth nor coveteth riches.--Three fleets arrived, vessels of
the main, three powerful fleets of the first rate, furiously to attack
him on a sudden. One from Iwerddon, {25b} the other full of well-armed
Lochlynians, {25c} making a grand appearance on the floods, the third
from the transmarine Normans, {25d} which was attended with an immense,
though successless toil.

The Dragon of Mona's sons {26a} were so brave in action, that there was a
great tumult on their furious attack, and before the prince himself,
there was vast confusion, havoc, conflict, honourable death, bloody
battle, horrible consternation, and upon Tal Moelvre a thousand banners.
There was an outrageous carnage, {26b} and the rage of spears, and hasty
signs of violent indignation. Blood raised the