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Say, didst thou push transgression further still?

Ay, man thro' me ceased to foreknow his death.

What cure couldst thou discover for this curse?

Blind hopes I sent to nestle in man's heart.

This was a goodly gift thou gavest them.

Yet more I gave them, even the boon of fire.

What? radiant fire, to things ephemeral?

Yea—many an art too shall they learn thereby!

Then, upon imputation of such guilt,

Doth Zeus without surcease torment thee thus?

Is there no limit to thy course of pain?

None, till his own will shall decree an end.