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204 Fall insupportable and glory humbled.

A wrestler of such might he maketh ready

For his own ruin; yea, a wonder, strong

In strength unmatchable; and he shall find

Fire that shall set at naught the burning bolt

And blasts more dreadful that o'er-crow the thunder.

The pestilence that scourgeth the deep seas

And shaketh solid earth, the three-pronged mace,

Poseidon's spear, a mightier shall scatter;

And when he stumbleth striking there his foot,

Fallen on evil days, the tyrant's pride

Shall measure all the miserable length

That parts rule absolute from servitude.

Methinks the wish is father to the thought

And whets thy railing tongue.

Not so: the wish

And the accomplishment go hand in hand.

Then must we look for one who shall supplant

And reign instead of Zeus?

Calamity

Far, far more grievous shall bow down his neck.

Hast thou no fear venting such blasphemy?

What should I fear who have no part nor lot

In doom of dying?

But he might afflict thee