To love a woman whose ways are false
Is like sledding over slippery ice
With unshod horses out of control,
Badly trained two-year-olds,
Or drifting rudderless on a rough sea,
Or catching a reindeer with a crippled hand
On a thawing hillside: think not to do it.
I found this gem on a plaque when I was traveling Denmark and Norway when I was 16. It was an amazing trip, and I've always remembered this poem, as well as my father's manner of reciting it. He ends up contoring one of his arms and making a very strange face when he gets to the part about the crippled hand, and then says "Think not to do it" very snootily. On this day of love and huge spectacles of affection, I decided this is the best response. I never cease to be amused by the Vikings' take on what seems to be quite an epidemic of dishonest girls, given the author's perceived need for general advice and disuasion from involvement with such ladies.
That's awesome!