Hávamál – The Sayings of Hár

161. A sixteenth I know, | if I seek delight
To win from a maiden wise;
The mind I turn | of the white-armed maid,
And thus change all her thoughts.

162. A seventeenth I know, | so that seldom shall go
A maiden young from me;
Long these songs | thou shalt, Loddfafnir,
Seek in vain to sing;
Yet good it were | if thou mightest get them,
Well, if thou wouldst them learn,
Help, if thou hadst them.

163. An eighteenth I know, | that ne’er will I tell
To maiden or wife of man,–
The best is what none | but one’s self doth know,
So comes the end of the songs,–
Save only to her | in whose arms I lie,
Or who else my sister is.

164. Now are Hor’s words | spoken in the hall,
Kind for the kindred of men,
Cursed for the kindred of giants:
Hail to the speaker, | and to him who learns!
Profit be his who has them!
Hail to them who hearken!

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