"Digrif fu, fun, un ennyd Dwyn dan un bedwlwyn ein byd. Cydlwynach , difyrrach fu, Coed olochwyd, cydlechu, Cydfyhwman marian môr, Cydaros mewn coed oror, Cydblannu bedw, gwaith dedwydd, Cydblethu gweddeiddblu gwŷdd. Cydadrodd serch â'r ferch fain, Cydedrych caeau didrain."

"Yr wybrwynt helynt hylaw Agwrdd drwst a gerdda draw, Gŵr eres wyd garw ei sain, Drud byd heb droed heb adain."

"Harddwas teg a'm anrhegai, Hylaw ŵr mawr hael yw'r Mai. Anfones ym iawn fwnai, Glas defyll glân mwyngyll Mai. Ffloringod brig ni'm digiai, Fflŵr-dy-lis gyfoeth mis Mai."

"Ni bu amser na charwn… Yn y dydd ai un ai dwy."

"Hawddamor, glwysgor glasgoed, Fis Mai haf, canys mau hoed. Cadarn farchog serchog sâl, Cadwynwyrdd feistr coed anial; Cyfaill cariad ac adar, Cof y serchogion a'u câr; Cennad nawugain cynnadl, Caredig urddedig ddadl."

"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."

"Lleuad las gron gwmpas graen, Llawn o hud, llun ehedfaen; Hadlyd liw, hudol o dlws, Hudolion a'i hadeilws; Breuddwyd o'r modd ebrwydda', Bradwr oer a brawd i'r ia. Ffalstaf, gwir ddifwynaf gwas, Fflam fo'r drych mingam meingas!"

"Ni thybiais, ddewwrdrais ddirdra, Na bai deg f'wyneb a da, Oni theimlais, waith amlwg, Y drych."

"Oriau hydr yr ehedydd A dry fry o'i dŷ bob dydd, Borewr byd, berw aur bill, Barth â'r wybr, borthor Ebrill."

"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."

"Plygu rhag llid yr ydwyf, Pla ar holl ferched y plwyf! Am na chefais, drais drawsoed, Onaddun' yr un erioed Na morwyn fwyn ofynaig, Na merch fach, na gwrach, na gwraig."

"Yet Dafydd's humour does not obscure, any more than Chaucer's does, the underlying seriousness of his poetry. Behind his poems of requited and unrequited love, whether idyllic or idealizing, whether streaked by savage jealousy or a profound feeling of betrayal reminiscent of Troilus and Criseyde, there runs a sense of the cruel impermanence of the world."

"Nid ydyw Duw mor greulon Ag y dywaid hen ddynion. Ni chyll Duw enaid gŵr mwyn, Er caru gwraig na morwyn. Tripheth a gerir drwy'r byd: Gwraig a hinon ac iechyd. Merch sydd decaf blodeuyn Yn y nef ond Duw ei hun."

"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."

"Plygain y darllain deirllith, Plu yw ei gasul i'n plith. Pell y clywir uwch tiroedd Ei lef o lwyn a'i loyw floedd. Proffwyd rhiw, praff awdur hoed, Pencerdd gloyw angerdd glyngoed."

"Ojan aparchellan Nyhaut kisscas. Rac godurt y galar y ssit arnaf. Deg mlinet a deu ugein yd portheise poen."

"Ojan aparchellan neud blodeu drein. Gorlas kein minit eluit neud kin."

"Kimry aorvit kein bid eudragon. Kaffaud paub y teithi. llauen vi bri.brython. Kenhittor kirrn eluch. kathil hetuch a hinon."

"Awallen pen. Atyf tra run. Kymaeth lissvne inybon. irbot y wun. Amyscud. arwy isguit. Am clet ar wy clun. Ac yg coed. Keliton y kisceisse vy hun."

"Nym gogaun guarvy. nym goffvy gorterch. Ac igueith aryw derit. oet eur. wy gorthorch. Kin buyf. aelav hetiv gan eiliv eleirch."

"Dec mlinet adev ugein in y gein anetwon. It vif inymteith gan willeith agwillon. Guydi da diogan aditan kertorion. Nv nev nam guy. guall. gan wylleith aguyllon."

"Afallen pen. blodev essplit. Atiff inargel in argoydit."

"The men went to Catraeth, swift was their host, the pale mead was their feast and it was their poison."

"From the retinue of Mynyddog they hastened forth; in a shining array they fed together round the wine-vessel. My heart has become full of grief for the feast of Mynyddog, I have lost too many of my true kinsmen."

"He glutted black ravens on the rampart of the stronghold, though he was no Arthur."

"Three hundred men hastened forth, wearing gold torques, defending the land – and there was slaughter. Though they were slain they slew, and they shall be honoured to the end of the world; and of all us kinsmen who went, alas, but for one man none escaped."

"There is one law for rich and poor alike, which prevents them equally from stealing bread and sleeping under bridges."

"“I don’t need to be a radical to think that who a dragon is counts more than birth or wealth,” Selendra said, with what dignity she could. “Why, that’s the very definition of a radical,” he retorted."

"What you can't pay back you pay forward."

"All farms are much alike everywhere, and all wild places have their own beauty."

"Marrying her to prove I do not subscribe to an outdated convention of class would be just as foolish as refusing to marry her because I did."

"Avan was as religious as the next young dragon with his way to make in the world—which is to say that he held many traditional beliefs which he had never paused to examine, attended church because it would have seemed strange not to, rarely paid much attention when he was there, and found piety out of the pulpit thoroughly misplaced."

"It was only now that they realized that there is nothing that can really be a preparation for death."

"Disparting towers Trembling all precipitate down dash’d, Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon."

"Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view?"

"A man may go to heaven without health, without riches, without honors, without learning, without friends; but he can never go there without Christ."

"A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter’s day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave."

"We have only one global hegemonic power. It is not accumulating territory: it is trying to accumulate influence and control."

"Are all men in disguise except those crying?"

"Praying is another way of singing. You plant in the tree the soul of lemons. You plant in the gardens the spirit of roses."

"I know the colour rose, and it is lovely, But not when it ripens in a tumour."

"You sod, Leave my soul alone, leave my soul alone"

"And silence matched the silence under snow."

"Pleasant, summer, and slow long day; Also pleasant to pass out of chastisement Pleasant, the blossoms on the tops of the pear-trees; Also pleasant, friendship with the Creator."

"Pleasant to bring back the divisions of a parish; Also pleasant to us the time of paradise. Pleasant, the moon, a luminary in the heavens; Also pleasant where there is a good rememberer."

"Pleasant, a steed in a leather halter; Also pleasant, alliance with a king. Pleasant, the hero that destroys not the yielding; Also pleasant, the splendid Cymraec language."

"Pleasant, the eagle on the shore of the sea when it flows; Also pleasant, sea-gulls playing. Pleasant, a horse with gold-enamelled trappings; Also pleasant to be honest in a breach."

"Pleasant, a steed with a thick mane in a tangle; Also pleasant, crackling fuel. Pleasant, desire, and silver fringes; Also pleasant, the conjugal ring."

"Pleasant, liquors of the mead-brewer to the multitude; Also pleasant, a songster generous, amiable. Pleasant, the open field to cuckoos and the nightingale; Also pleasant when the weather is serene."