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Stout-hearted thou, not giving way

For any sharpness of assay;

But too much is thy tongue uncurb'd.

My soul is pierced within me, is disturb'd,

Scanning what yet in store

For such Fate hath, what shore

Beyond this wreckful pain

Thy keel at last shall gain.

Heart of the Son of Kronos orison

Finds not, nor hath persuasion power thereon.

I know it, that Zeus is harsh, restrains

To his own self justice; yet this remains

Most sure,—at the last,

In the battering day, he shall be right meek:

His wrath shall sink, as a storm that is past;

I open mine arms, and he cometh fast,

To proffer me hand and cheek.