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Roundly, all the gods

I hold mine enemies, all that had of me

Good, and repay me evil wrongfully.

Thy mind is very sick, mine ears acquaint me.

Sick may I be, if to hate foes be sickness!

Ha, in good health thou would'st no more be borne.

Oh! oh!

The lips of Zeus have never learnt that sound.