"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get.
Seest thou yonder red tilled ground?"

"I see it."

"When first I met the mother of this maiden, nine bushels of flax
were sown therein, and none has yet sprung up, neither white nor
black; and I have the measure by me still. I require to have the
flax to sow in the new land yonder, that when it grows up it may make
a white wimple for my daughter's head, on the day of thy wedding."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think
that it will not be easy."

"Though thou get this, there is yet that which thou wilt not get.
Honey that is nine times sweeter than the honey of the virgin swarm,
without scum and bees, do I require to make bragget for the feast."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think
that it will not be easy."

"The vessel of Llwyr the son of Llwyryon, which is of the utmost
value. There is no other vessel in the world that can hold this
drink. Of his free will thou wilt not get it, and thou canst not
compel him."

"It will be easy for me to compass this, although thou mayest think
that it will not be easy."