Willard Wattles: Hrolf's Thrall, His Song

Hrolf's Thrall, His Song

Willard Wattles

There be five things to a man's desire: Kine flesh, roof-tree, his own fire, Clean cup of sweet wine from goat's hide, And through dark night one to lie beside.
Four things poor and homely be: Hearth-fire, white cheese, own roof-tree, True mead slow brewed with brown malt; But a good woman is savour and salt.
Plow, shove deep through gray loam; Hack, sword, hack for straw-thatch home; Guard, buckler, guard both beast and human — God, send true man his true woman!