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O never may my weakness prove

The might of Zeus against it bent,

The will that masters all that move!—

Nor may I weary to frequent

The gods with holiness,

High feast and blood of bulls, beside

My father's ford and wells undried,

Nor may my lips transgress!

May this within me sure

Be rooted and endure!

Sweet were 't in hopes that know not fear

To live my length of days, and fill

My heart with mirth and feastful cheer!

But thee I look upon and thrill,

By thousand torments marr'd!

I Because not holding Zeus in awe,

But taking thine own will for law,