The last couplet is a beautiful expression; but it hath too much sweet in it; what our poets call _Eisiau Cyfnewid Bogail_. _Ang_, _ang_, is a fault, which our musicians term _too many_ _concords_; and therefore they mix discords in music, to make it more agreeable to the ear. So the rhetoricians call the same fault in their science, _Caniad y gôg_. Therefore, suppose you would turn it thus: O dîr ing af drwy angau. Again: Lle bo dyfnaf yr afon, Ar fy hynt yr af i hon, Oni roi, Gwen eurog wedd, Drwy gariad ryw drugaredd. _Eurog wedd_ is no great compliment to a fair woman; for _Gwen_, a Flavia, loves to be called white; and the last line hath _gar_—_gar_, therefore I would write thus, or the like: Oni roi, Gwen îr ei gwedd, Yn gywrain, ryw drugaredd. But I do not like _îr ei gwedd_. Af i graig fwyaf o grêd Y môr, i gael ymwared, Ag o’r graig fawr i’r eigion Dygaf gyrch i dyrch y dòn— An excellent expression— Ag o’r dòn egr hyd annwfn Af ar y dafl i fôr dwfn. Here is a charming opening for you, to describe the country you go to, and the wonders of the deep; and something like the following lines might be inserted: Lle mae’r morfil friwfil fron, A’r enwog _fôrforwynian_, To proceed: A fynno Gwen ysplennydd Yn ddiau o’m rhwymau ’n rhydd, Ni chaf gur, ni chaf garu Na phoen gwn, na hoffi ’n gu; Ni roddaf gam i dramwy, I gred i’th ymweled mwy: Dyna’r modd dan wir i mi, A dyr unwaith drueni. The expression _Dan_ _wir_, is too local, and is not understood all over Wales. Local expressions must be avoided as much as possible. Suppose you said then, Oni chaf heb warafun Dy fodd fyth difeiwedd fun. After all these corrections, which are not very material, you have this comfort, (and I mention it that you may not be discouraged,) that I do not know a man in our country who can write a poem which shall want as few corrections. So make poetry and antiquity (when you can come at materials) branches of your study; and, depend upon it, you will make a figure in the world. There are flights and turns in this poem, which even David ab Gwilym would not have been ashamed of. I would have you write to my brother, and let him know the reason of your not going to London, and that you are alive. If you send him this poem, he will be pleased with it. Is there any hopes of your seeing the Llyfr Coch o Hergest? Who is keeper, or under-keeper, of Jesus-College Library? And who is principal; and who are the fellows? perhaps I may know some of them; or can make interest some way or other for you to get the use of those MSS. But it ought to be considered, that you are to mind the main chance of reading the classics, in order to come to a tolerable being, before you launch too far into any other studies; and you must only take a snatch by the bye, which will serve to whet your genius; _oblegid mae newid gwaith cystal a gorphwyso_.