A dead father's counsel, a wise son heedeth. - Esaias Tegnér

Hener was the hero-king,
Heaven-born, dear to us,
Showing his shield
A shelter for peace.

In Phebus realm, in knowledge as in verse,
All things are clear, the sun of Phoebus clear,
Clear was his crystal, the Kastalian.
What you cannot clearly say, you don’t know:
To tongue of man his thought brings word:
What’s said obscurely is what’s thought obscurely.

A woman's honor rests on manly love.