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His pride will wax, but his wisdom never,
Straight forward he fares in conceit.
81.Give praise to the day at evening, to a woman on her pyre,
To a weapon which is tried, to a maid at wed lock,
To ice when it is crossed, to ale that is drunk.
82.When the gale blows hew wood, in fair winds seek the water;
Sport with maidens at dusk, for day's eyes are many;
From the ship seek swiftness, from the shield protection,
Cuts from the sword, from the maiden kisses.
83.By the fire drink ale, over ice go on skates;
Buy a steed that is lean, and a sword when tarnished,
