Shall my sarcasms no longer put to blush Asa-Thor?
Thor is indeed a hero, and had he half the store
Of wit, that falls to Loptur’s share, to all Valhalla’s power
He could defiance bid, and force each god his crest to lower.
He suits me well; with patience my raillery he bears;
With him I love to travel; and when his car he steers
Athwart the spacious regions of heav’n with pond’rous wheels,
And thunders shake Heimkringlas with soul-appalling peals,
I share Hlorrida’s glory: each time earth trembling shook,
I thought myself his equal, and frown’d with swagg’ring look.