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 For us to say were thankless to ourselves

And pain to thee. Rather let us forbear

From talk of these things, and do thou seek out

For some releasement from thine agony.

An easy tale for one who has his foot

Without the toils to teach and lecture him

Who feels the actual ill. But I indeed

Was well prepared for all befallen me.

With intent I sinned, with intent—I hide it not:

By helping men I gained myself these pangs.

Yet thought I not by such a punishment

To waste away amid these high-poised rocks,

Doomed to this barren solitary peak.

But ye, bewail not my now present woes,

But light down on the ground, and to the fate

In store for me give ear: so thoroughly

Shall ye know all. Yield to my asking, yield;

Bear so much part with the sufferer. Even thus

Winged trouble flits from each to each by turn.