Indulgest, Thor goes fishing on the deep:
Thoughtless of home he braves the gale,
And with the giant bobs for whale.
While he that wild career pursues,
Do thou a softer pastime chuse!
With foliage soft is fill’d thy bower—
Love points—propitious smiles the hour.
SIF.
Hast thou forgot in Mimer’s fane
The banquet held? with amorous pray’r