iddle 70 Ic wæs lytel [ . . .]     [ . . . . . . . .]   *          *          *   fo[ . . . .]     [ . . . . . . . . .]   Often I tugged at four sweet brothers,   [ . . . ]te geaf      [ . . . . . . . . . ]   Pumped and plied for a day's full drink   [ . . . .]pe      þe unc gemæne [ . . .]   At each dangling hole--but the dark herdsman   [ . . . . . . . . .]      sweostor min, 5 Pulled my pleasure as I grew older,   fedde mec[ . . . . ]     oft ic feower teah   And I was drawn to wider roads-moors, 5 swæse broþor,      þara onsundran gehwylc   Fields-bound by beam and neck-ring   dægtidum me      drincan sealde   To earth-trace and a gait of suffering,   þurh þyrel þearle.     Ic þæh on lust,   Haul of sorrow. I kept silence,   oþþæt ic wæs yldra     ond þæt an forlet 10 Goaded by iron, side-sting--   sweartum hyrde,     siþade widdor,   Moaned to no man, even as punishing 10 mearcpaþas træd,     moras pæðde,   Point and pace together tracked pain.   bunden under beame,     beag hæfde on healse,       wean on laste     weorc þrowade,       earfoða dæl.    Oft mec isern scod 15     sare on sidan;    ic swigade,       næfre meldade    monna ængum       gif me ordstæpe    egle wæron.       solution