This drink the Scalds’ bright science could inspire,
And fill man’s bosom with poetic fire.
The vengeance of Valhalla to prevent
And screen their guilt, the dwarfs a tale invent;
They spread abroad that Qvaser they had found
In the deep flood of his own wisdom drown’d.
But to conceal their crime they strove in vain;
And ample vengeance for his brother slain
On those malignant dwarfs brave Suttung took;
He seized them both and bound them to a rock;