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 Let one brief word conclude the whole in sum,—

All arts men have by the Provider come.

Yet be not prodigal of care to men,

Cold to thine own distresses. O, my hope

Bears well that thou shalt presently behold

These chains unbolted and thyself in power

No whit inferior to Zeus.

Not yet

Lies in the scope of all-dispensing doom

That consummation: first with thousand throes

And aches must I be plied, ere loosing come.

Strong truly is craft, but stronger far is Fate.

And of strong Fate who has the helm, and steers?

The Three Weird Queens, the Avengers who forget not.