Each day with evil deeds;
Grief shalt thou get | instead of gladness,
And sorrow to suffer with tears.
[31]. “With three-headed giants | thou shalt dwell ever,
Or never know a husband;
(Let longing grip thee, | let wasting waste thee,—) [[117]]
Be like to the thistle | that in the loft
Was cast and there was crushed.
[32]. “I go to the wood, | and to the wet forest,
To win a magic wand;