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Foul scorn was my meed from the crafty maid,
And nought from the woman I won.
103.Though glad at home, and merry with guests,
A man shall be wary and wise;
The sage and shrewd, wide wisdom seeking,
Must see that his speech be fair;
A fool is he named who nought can say,
For such is the way of the witless.
104.I found the old giant, now back have I fared,
Small gain from silence I got;
Full many a word, my will to get,
I spoke in Suttung's hall.
105.The mouth of Rati made room for my passage,
And space in the stone he gnawed;
