Ha! though thou art more wise than brave,
Thy prudence far exceeds thy wit.
BRAGUR.
How darest thou thus presume to vent
On Valhall’s king thy envious spite,
With hair like hedgehog’s quills upright,
And sland’rous tongue on mischief bent?
Valhalla’s rays thy eye-balls sear;
Down then! to realms of darkness hie!
And since the sun thou canst not bear,