Eat and drink so lustily:
Though he many a goblet drain’d,
Thor unsated still remain’d:
Still he for more liquor cries:
What a sight for Thrymur’s eyes!
Scarce fill’d was Thor’s goblet, he emptied it strait,
Though fill’d to the brim; a whole ox he ate,
Eight salmon to boot; and with marvellous speed
The husband of Sif swallow’d three tons of mead.
Then said Thrymur: “So much meat,