Unwise I loved!' That 's one cry. 'Mind 's my gift:
I might have loaded me with lore, full weight
"'Pressed down and running over at each rift
O' the brain-bag where the famished clung and fed.
I filled it with what rubbish!—would not sift
"'The wheat from chaff, sound grain from musty—shed
Poison abroad as oft as nutriment—
And sighing say but as my fellows said,
"'Unwise I learned!' That 's two. 'In dwarfs-play spent
Was giant's prowess: warrior all unversed