Stanza 133

Ráþumk þér, Loddfáfnir! en þú ráþ nemir,njóta mundu, ef nemr,þér munu góþ, ef getr:at hárum þul hlǽpu aldrigi,opt’s gott þats gamlir kveþa;opt ór skörpum belg skilin orþ komaþeims hangir meþ hámok skollir meþ skrámok váfir meþ vilmögum.

I counsel thee, Stray-Singer, accept my counsels,they will be thy boon if thou obey’st them,they will work thy weal if thou win’st them:hold never in scorn the hoary singer;oft the counsel of the old is good;come words of wisdom from the withered lipsof him left to hang among hides,to rock with the rennetsand swing with the skins.