So much fish doth Freya eat?
So much beer? so much mead
Can she swallow? strange, indeed!
Who would not astonish’d be
Such a dainty dame to see
Drain each oft replenish’d bowl,
As ’twere but a thimble-full?”
But Lok, who as waiting-maid stood by the side
Of Thor, in excuse whisper’d Thrymur. “Thy bride
Eight nights without eating or drinking hath past,