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Take heart, O foolish one, take heart at last

To front thy evil case with soberness.

Thou art tedious to me, as whoso should reason

With a sea-wave. Keep far from thee all thought

That I shall ever so much hold in dread

The will of Zeus, that, being unmann'd in soul,

I should intreat that object of huge hate

With womanish upliftings of my palms

To loose me from my bondage. Never! never!

By many words, it seems, I but lose breath.

Thou art not melted nor thy heart made soft

By prayers; but gnashing on the snaffle-steel,

Like to a colt new-broke, thou are violent

In fight against the rein. For all that, know

Thy vehement will stands in a weak conceit: