46) And eke this heed: if ill thou trust one,

and hollow-hearted his speeck;

thou shalt laugh with him and lure him on,

and let him have tit for tat.

 

47) Young was i once and went along,

and wandering lost my way;

when a friend i found i felt me rich:

man is cheered by man.

 

48) He who giveth gladly a goodly life leadeth,

and seldom hath he sorrow;

but the churlish wight is chary of all,

and grudgingly parts with his gifts.

 

49) In the fields as i fared, (for fun) I hung

my weeds on two wooden men;

they werre reckoned folks when the rags they wore:

naked, a man is naught.

 

50) The fir tree dies in the field that stands:

shields it nor bark nor bast;

thus eke the man who by all is shunned

why should he linger in life?

 

51) Than fire hotter for five days burneth

love between friends that are false;

it dieth down when dawneth the sixth,

then all the sweetness turns sour.

 

52) Not great thigns needs give to a man:

bringeth thanks oft a little thing.

with half a loaf and a half-drained cup

i won me oft worthy friend.

 

53) A little lake hath but little sand:

but small the mind of man;

not all men are equally wise,

each wight wanteth somewhat.

 

54) Middling wise every man should be:

beware of being too wise;

happiest in life most likely he

who knows not more than is needful.

 

55) Middling wise every man should be:

beware of being too wise;

for wise man's heart is happy seldom,

if too great the wisdom he won.

 

56) Middling wise every man should be:

beware of being too wise;

his fate let no one beforehand know

who would keep his heart from care.

 

57) Kindles brand from brand, and burns till all burnt it is;

thus fire is kindled from fire;

by the words of his mouth a man is known,

but frm his dullness a dullard.

 

58) Betimes must rise who would take another's

life and win his wealth;

lying down wolf never got the lamb,

nor sleeping wight slew his foe.

 

59) Betimes must rise who few reapers has,

and see to the work himself;

much will miss in the morn who sleeps;

for the brisk the race is half run.

 

60) What lathes and logs will last him out,

a man may reckon aright;

and of wood to warm him how much he may want

for many a winter month.

 

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