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 A stiff neck unto one not well bethought

Adds of itself no strength, nay, less than none.

Behold, if thou refuse to hear my words,

What storm shall break on thee,—a three-fold billow

Of doom, without escape. First, this rough gorge

The Father's thunderbolt and fiery flaw

Shall rend asunder, and thy living body

Earth shall entomb: a rock shall be the arm

To bear thee up. Then, when thou hast outworn

Great length of days, thou shalt be brought again

Into the light by doom reversed; and straight

The wingèd dog of Zeus, the tawny eagle,

Shall make thy flesh but a great rag to tear,

To ravin piecemeal, constant to his hour,

A guest unbidden, steadfast all day long,

Gorging thy liver, banquet black and rich.

Nor hope of that thy torment any end,

Till of the gods there rise up one to take

On him thy punishment, willing to go