Olive Bray · stanza 29
1908Too many unstable words are spokenby him who ne’er holds his peace;the hasty tongue sings its own mishapif it be not bridled in.Printed edition
Stanza 29
The Elder or Poetic Edda, 1908
The Elder or Poetic Edda, 1908
Too many unstable words are spokenby him who ne’er holds his peace;the hasty tongue sings its own mishapif it be not bridled in.