And little is able to ask.
[a]34]. Crooked and far | is the road to a foe,
Though his house on the highway be;
But wide and straight | is the way to a friend,
Though far away he fare.
[a]35]. Forth shall one go, | nor stay as a guest
In a single spot forever; [[36]]
Love becomes loathing | if long one sits
By the hearth in another’s home.
[36]. Better a house, | though a hut it be,