Taliesin Quotes

I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm, Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.

From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked.

Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.

I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.

Monks congregate like dogs in a kennel, From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge, Is one the course of the wind, is one the water of the sea? Is one the spark of the fire, of unrestrainable tumult? Monks congregate like wolves, From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge. They know not when the deep night and dawn divide. Nor what is the course of the wind, or who agitates it, In what place it dies away, on what land it roars.