Thus all vows of woman are loosed by change of fortune and melted by the shifting of time; the faith of their soul rests on a slippery foothold, and is weakened by casual chances; glib in promises, and as sluggish in performance, all manner of lustful promptings enslave it, and it bounds away with panting and precipitate desire, forgetful of old things in the ever hot pursuit after something fresh.

So ended Amleth.

Had fortune been as kind to him as nature, he would have equalled the gods in glory, and surpassed the labours of Hercules by his deeds of prowess.

A plain in Jutland is to be found, famous for his name and burial-place.

Wiglek's administration of the kingdom was long and peaceful, and he died of disease.
WERMUND, his son, succeeded him.