The Sleeping Bard; Or, Visions of the World, Death, and HellWynne, Ellis
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The Sleeping Bard; Or, Visions of the World, Death, and Hell
Wynne, Ellis
Allegories; Christian life; Religious literature, Welsh; Welsh literature -- 18th century; Welsh literature -- Translations into English
"Forbear, my brother," said Merddyn, who was near at hand, "be not too
hot; rather be thankful to him for keeping an honorable remembrance of
your name upon earth." "Great honor forsooth," said he, "I shall receive
from such a blockhead as this. Sirrah! can you sing in the
four-and-twenty measures? Can you carry the pedigree of Gog and Magog,
and the genealogy of Brutus ap Sylfius, up to a millenium previous to the
fall of Troy? Can you narrate when, and what will be the end of the
combats betwixt the lion and the eagle, and betwixt the dragon and the
red deer?" "Hey, hey! let me ask him a question," said another, who was
seated beside a large cauldron which was boiling, and going, bubble,
bubble, over a fire. "Come nearer," said he, "what is the meaning of
this?"
"I till the judgment day
Upon the earth shall stray;
None knows for certainty
Whether fish or flesh I be."
"I will request the favor of your name, sir," said I, "that I may answer
you in a suitable manner." "I," said he, "am Taliesin, {49} the prince
of the Bards of the West, and that is a piece of my composition." "I
know not," said I, "what could be your meaning, unless it was, that the
yellow plague {50} which destroyed Maelgwn of Gwynedd, put an end to you
on the sea-shore, and that your body was divided amongst the crows and
the fishes." "Peace, fool!" said he, "I was alluding to my two callings,
of man of the law and poet. Please to tell me, has a lawyer more
similitude to a raven, than a poet to a whale? How many a one doth a
single lawyer divest of his flesh, to swell out his own craw; and with
what indifference does he extract the blood, and leave a man half alive!
And as for the poet, where is the fish which is able to swallow like him?
he is drinking oceans of liquor at all times, but the briny sea itself
would not slack his thirst. And provided a man be a poet and a lawyer,
how is it possible to know whether he be fish or flesh, especially if he
be a courtier to boot, as I was, and obliged to vary his taste to every
ones palate. But tell me," said he, "whether there are at present, any
of those fellows upon the earth?" "There's plenty of them," said I; "if
one can patch together any nonsensical derry, he is styled a graduate
bard. But as for the others; there is such a plague of lawyers, petty
attornies, and scribes, that the locusts of Egypt bore light upon the
country, in comparison with them. In your time, sir, there were but
bargains of tofts and crofts, and a hand's breadth of writing for a farm
of a hundred pounds, and a raising of cairns and crosses, as memorials of
the purchase and boundaries. There is no longer any such security, but
there is far more craft and deceit, and a tombstone's breadth of written
parchment to secure the bargain; and for all that, it is a wonder if a
flaw be not in it, or said to be at least." "Well then," said Taliesin,
"I should not be worth a straw in the world at present. I am better
where I am.
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