Words of the High One

A kind word need not cost much,
The price of praise can be cheap:
With half a loaf and an empty cup
I found myself a friend,

Of his knowledge a man should never boast,
Rather be sparing of his speech
When to his house a wiser comes:
Silent ones seldom make mistakes

Havamal
The words you read
Are of the days long past
Havamal
These words you hear
Wuotan's decrees must last

Blessed is he who in his own lifetime
Is awarded praise and wit,
For ill counsel is often given
From other mortal men

The coward believes he will live forever
If he holds back in the battle,
But in old age he shall have no peace
Though spears have spared his limbs

Havamal
The words you read
Are of the days long past
Havamal
These words you hear
Wuotan's decrees must last

To ask well, to answer rightly,
Are the marks of a wise man:
Men must speak of men's deeds,
What happens may not be hidden.

Wise is he not who is never silent,
Mouthing meaningless words:
A glib tongue that goes on chattering
Sings to its own harm.

Havamal
The words you read
Are of the days long past
Havamal
These words you hear
Wuotan's decrees must last

Havamal
These words he spake
Help guide thee through the day
Havamal
These words of right
Shall light thee on thy way