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 Wealth is as swift as a winking eye, Of friends the falsest it is.

Cattle die, and kinsmen die, And so one dies one's self; But a noble name will never die, If good renown one gets.

Cattle die, and kinsmen die, And so one dies one's self; One thing now that never dies, The fame of a dead man's deeds.

Certain is that which is sought from runes, That the gods so great have made, And the Master-Poet painted; -lacuna- -lacuna- of the race of gods: Silence is safest and best.

An unwise man, if a maiden's love Or wealth he chances to win,