 Mae'n gwelio'n amlwg i'n ddiddorol, mae'n ddiddorol i'r mhwng. Mae'n ddim yn gofio, maen nhw'n awr, maen nhw'n gweithio'i ddechrau. Ond mae'n ddiddorol i'r Maen nhw'n ddiddorol i'u cymaint a'r ddiddorol i'n grannu. Mae'n ddiddorol i'r mhwng ymddangos yma, maen nhw, mae'n ddiddorol i'r mhwng. Mae'n ddiddorol i'r byd yw cael golwyr, mae'n ddiddorol i'r ddiddorol yn gwybl, Rydyn ni wedi'i gweld ar y cwilio'r cwilio, fyddai'n gweldio'n golygu, er felly mae'n blynyddio'r gwahanol. Yn oedd y peth sy'n ei wahanol gallu'r ffordd yma? Yn oedd yn gweithio'r gwahanol yma, ma'r pethau. Rydyn ni'n gweld ar hynny, y mae'n cofnugio'r peth yn y peth, ac mae'n gweithio'r ffordd yn y proses, ac mae'n gweithio'r peth yn y peth. Yn oedd y gwybod yw'n gweithio, o'r haedd, o'r llwyio'r hwn. Cyddeithas am y trifio gynnig os yn ystyried. Hadd yn gwneud o'r ddeuaeth gyda lliwyr wedi ymwgall, a ddeith膝 yw bwyd o'r lachfa yw'r rai syniad. Gwyd yn mwynhau'r rai syniad, mae efallai'n dod i gyrfa rhoi'r lle. Mae yn dweud yma, yw'r lle'n gofio, mafio? Ond mae hefyd yn grannu i'r holl ardain, yn meddwl i'r cyfrifiad yw Pwysig Gerdd Gerdd. Gerard De Narpol O, mae'n gallu gweld wneud, mafio. The King very lately spoke of him admiringly and morningly. He was skilful enough to have lived still if knowledge could be set up against mortality. What is it, my good Lord, the King languishes of? A fistula, my Lord. I heard not of it before. I would it were not notorious. Was this gentle woman the daughter of Gerard D'Nabba? His soul child, my Lord, and bequeased to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises. Her dispositions she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer. For where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, their commendations go with pity, there are virtues and traitors too. In her they are the better for their simpleness. She derives her honesty and achieves her goodness. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears. It is the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena. Go to, no more. Is it be rather thought to affect a sorrow than to have? I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too. I'll understand with that. There, moderate lamentation is the right of the dead. Excessive grief, the enemy to the living. If the living, the enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. Be thou blessed, Bertam, and succeed thy father in manners as in shape. Thy blood and virtue contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness share with thy birthright. Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Be able for thine enemy rather in power than use, and keep thy friend under thy own life's key. Be checked for silence, but never taxed for speech. What heaven more will that thee may furnish and my prayers plucked down fall on my head. Farewell, my lord. It is an unseasoned courtier. Good, my lord, advise him. He cannot want the best that shall attend his lord. Heaven bless him. Farewell, Bertam. The best wishes that can be forged in your thoughts be servants to you. Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her. My lord. Farewell, pretty lady. You must hold the credit of your father. Were that all? I think not on my father. And these great tears grace his remembrance more than those I sh... Sample complete. Ready to continue?