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Hovamol

The babbling tongue,  if a bridle it find not,Oft for itself sings ill.
30. In mockery no one  a man shall hold,Although he fare to the feast;Wise seems one oft,  if nought he is asked,And safely he sits dry-skinned.
31. Wise a guest holds it  to take to his heels,When mock of another he makes;But little he knows  who laughs at the feast,Though he mocks in the midst of his foes.
32. Friendly of mind  are many men,Till feasting they mock at their friends;To mankind a bane  must it ever beWhen guests together strive.
33. Oft should one make  an early meal,Nor fasting come to the feast;Else he sits and chews  as if he would choke,And little is able to ask.
34. Crooked and far  is the road to a foe,Though his house on the highway be;But wide and straight  is the way to a friend,Though far away he fare.
35. Forth shall one go,  nor stay as a guestIn a single spot forever;

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