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 Seek never to win the wife of another, Or long for her secret love.

I rede thee, Loddfafnir! and hear thou my rede,— Profit thou hast if thou hearest, Great thy gain if thou learnest: If o'er mountains or gulfs thou fain wouldst go, Look well to thy food for the way.

I rede thee, Loddfafnir! and hear thou my rede,— Profit thou hast if thou hearest, Great thy gain if thou learnest: An evil man thou must not let Bring aught of ill to thee; For an evil man will never make Reward for a worthy thought.

I saw a man who was wounded sore By an evil woman's word; A lying tongue his death-blow launched, And no word of truth there was.

I rede thee, Loddfafnir! and hear thou my rede,— Profit thou hast if thou hearest, Great thy gain if thou learnest: If a friend thou hast whom thou fully wilt trust, Then fare to find him oft; For brambles grow and waving grass On the rarely trodden road.