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Poetic Edda

Seek never to win  the wife of another, Or long for her secret love.
116. 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.
117. 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.
118. 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.
119. 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.

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