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 Lest ye hear, and your sense it suddenly reave,

The roar of the thunder unsparing.

Find other utterance, such exhorting

As I shall heed: this word ill-sorting,

That hath 'scaped thy lips, to hearken were shame to me:

A thing so base how dost thou name to me?

With my friend I am fixèd to bear the worst:

Traitors of old I abominate.

No evil accurst

Do I spit from me with such hate!

Yet warnèd ye are; nowise forget,

Nor, when ye are taken in Mischief's net,

Cry out on fortune, or loose the thought

That into calamity undivined

Zeus cast you: nay, but yourselves have wrought

Your own undoing, for well aware,