Wild Wales: Its People, Language And Scenery By George Borrow





































































 -   Griffith fell at the great battle of 
Mortimer's cross, which was won for York by a desperate charge made 
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Griffith Fell At The Great Battle Of Mortimer's Cross, Which Was Won For York By A Desperate Charge Made Right At Pembroke's Banner By Griffith And His Welshmen, When The Rest Of The Yorkists Were Wavering.

His last words were:

"Welcome, Death! since honour and victory make for us."

The power and wealth of Griffith ap Nicholas, and also parts of his character, have been well described by one of his bards, Gwilym ab Ieuan Hen, in an ode to the following effect:-

"Griffith ap Nicholas, who like thee For wealth and power and majesty! Which most abound, I cannot say, On either side of Towey gay, From hence to where it meets the brine, Trees or stately towers of thine? The chair of judgment thou didst gain, But not to deal in judgments vain - To thee upon thy judgment chair From near and far do crowds repair; But though betwixt the weak and strong No questions rose from right or wrong The strong the weak to thee would hie; The strong to do thee injury, And to the weak thou wine wouldst deal, And wouldst trip up the mighty heel. A lion unto the lofty thou, A lamb unto the weak and low. Much thou resemblest Nudd of yore, Surpassing all who went before; Like him thou'rt fam'd for bravery, For noble birth and high degree. Hail, captain of Kilgarran's hold! Lieutenant of Carmarthen old! Hail, chieftain, Cambria's choicest boast! Hail, justice, at the Saxon's cost! Seven castles high confess thy sway, Seven palaces thy hands obey. Against my chief, with envy fired, Three dukes and judges two conspired, But thou a dauntless front didst show, And to retreat they were not slow. O, with what gratitude is heard From mouth of thine the whispered word, The deepest pools in rivers found In summer are of softest sound; The sage concealeth what he knows, A deal of talk no wisdom shows; The sage is silent as the grave, Whilst of his lips the fool is slave; Thy smile doth every joy impart, Of faith a fountain is thy heart; Thy hand is strong, thine eye is keen, Thy head o'er every head is seen."

The church of Llandovery is a large edifice standing at the southern extremity of the town in the vicinity of the Towey.

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