Trust not an acre early sown, Nor praise a son too soon: Weather rules the acre, wit the son, Both are exposed to peril.
Early-sown acres let none ever trust, Nor trust his son too soon: Undoes weather the one, unwisdom the other: Risk not thy riches on these.
Hope not too surely for early harvest, Nor trust too soon in thy son; The field needs good weather, the son needs wisdom, And oft is either denied.
An early sown field let no one trust, Nor prematurely in a son: Weather rules the field, and wit the son, Each of which is doubtful;
þótt á brautu mæti,
– þá er jór ónýtr,
ef einn fótr brotnar -,
verði-t maðr svá tryggr
at þessu trúi öllu.
Lessons for Lovers (verses 89-93)