And lo! as round the spindle turns the wheel,
When busy housewife spins her flax with glee,
Thus Thor twirl’d Lok around from head to heel;
And now he touch’d the moon, and now the sea,
While at the caitiff’s screams the gods laugh’d heartily.
“Thy being is a composition strange
Of Asagard and Helheim (thus said Thor):
Force must compel thee to repent and change;
Thou must be shook like oil and vinegar,
When in a vessel mix’d: but, traitor! say!