Gabriel Fielding

47. Young was I once, / and wandered alone,
And nought of the road I knew;
Rich did I feel / when I comrade I found,
For man is man's delight.

50. On the hillside drear / the fir-tree dies,
All bootless its needles and bark;
It is like a man / whom no one loves,--
Why should his life be long?

54. A measure of wisdom / each man shall have,
But never too much let him know;
The fairest lives / do those men live
Whose wisdom wide has grown.

56. A measure of wisdom / each man shall have,
But never too much let him know;
Let no man the fate / before him see,
For so is he freest from sorrow.

64. The man who is prudent / a measured use
Of the might he has will make;
He finds when among / the brave he fares
That the boldest he may not be.

-- Hovamol, the Ballad of the High One