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 :'Wealth grind we for Fródi,
 * We grind it in plenty,
 * Fullness of fee
 * At the mill of fortune:
 * Let him sit on riches
 * And sleep on down;
 * Let him wake in weal:
 * Then well 't is ground.


 * Here may no one
 * Harm another,
 * Contrive evil,
 * Nor cast wiles for slaying,
 * Nor slaughter any
 * With sword well sharpened,
 * Though his brother's slayer
 * In bonds he find.'


 * But he spake no word
 * Save only this:
 * 'Sleep ye no longer
 * Than the hall-cuckoo's silence,
 * Nor longer than so,
 * While one song is sung.'


 * 'Thou wast not, Fródi,
 * Full in wisdom,
 * Thou friend of men,
 * When thou boughtest the maidens:
 * Didst choose for strength
 * And outward seeming;
 * But of their kindred
 * Didst not inquire.