Transcriber's Note: This is a translation from Icelandic and there are inconsistencies in punctuation which have been left as they were in the original.
Gunnar Refuses to Leave Home [p. 133]
"Fair is Lithe: so fair that it has never seemed to me so fair; the corn fields are white to harvest, and the home mead is mown: and now I will ride back home, and not fare abroad at all."