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But in discretion unto boldness joined

What likely harm dost thou discern? Inform me.

Pains ill bestowed, and fond credulity.

Let me be sick of that disease, since best

'Tis for the politic not to seem wise.

'Twould seem as if the blunder were mine own.

Thine answer plainly sends me home again.

Lest pitying me should bring thee enmity.

From him new seated on the omnipotent throne?

Be watchful lest his heart be ever wroth.

Thy fate, Prometheus, is my teacher there.