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 And blasted in his strength. And now he lies

A paralyzed and helpless form beside

The narrow-straited sea, crushed down beneath

The roots of Etna. And Hephaistos sits

Forging his iron on the topmost peak—

Whence streams of fire will one day burst and prey

With ravening jaws upon the level plains

Of richly fruited Sicily. Such rage

Will Typhon bubble up with seething jets

Of unapproachable fire-breathing surge,

Albeit the bolt of Zeus have blasted him.

But thou art not ignorant, nor needest me

To teach this. Save thyself as thou knowst how.

But I shall drain to the dregs my present fate

Till the high heart of Zeus abate its wrath.

Knowst thou not this, Prometheus, arguments

Are the physicians of a mind diseased?

Yes, if in season one should soothe the heart;

Not if one press the swelling down by force.