Who with bow and arrow aimeth in malice.
[1] Or rather, perhaps, ‘the inlaid, or damaskeened weapon.’ Cf. [24 57] and note.
[XXVI.]
HROTHGAR MORALIZES.—REST AFTER LABOR.
“Then bruised in his bosom he with bitter-toothed missile
Is hurt ’neath his helmet: from harmful pollution
He is powerless to shield him by the wonderful mandates
Of the loath-cursèd spirit; what too long he hath holden
Him seemeth too small, savage he hoardeth,
Nor boastfully giveth gold-plated rings,[1]