Hath caused the mischief and his labours cross’d.
Then he complains to Frey, but vain his prayer;”
Frey sigh’d, and gaz’d around with vacant stare.
Skirnir continued; still he hoped, forsooth,
With tales and jests his master’s mind to sooth.
“But not alone the giants mischief cause,
The cunning dwarfs too oft infringe the laws;
They, when the summer breeze embalms the air,
In shape of ants and cockchafers repair
To th’ field, and there devour the ears of corn,