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Hath mortal flesh even now the flaming thing?

Yea and therefrom in time to come shall learn

A thousand arts.

Zeus then for this, thou sayest

Torments me ever, grinds and ceases not.

And to thy conflict is no term proposed?

None save his pleasure, as he wills to end it.

His pleasure! O what hope that way? Take knowledge