. . . . . of the race of gods:
Silence is safest and best.
[a]80]. An unwise man, | if a maiden’s love
Or wealth he chances to win, [[45]]
His pride will wax, | but his wisdom never,
Straight forward he fares in conceit.
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[81]. Give praise to the day at evening, | to a woman on her pyre,
To a weapon which is tried, | to a maid at wedlock,
To ice when it is crossed, | to ale that is drunk.