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Go, take thee hence. Keep in thy present mind.

I was setting off when thou bayedst out that word,

For my four-footed bird flaps with his wings

The level track of ether. Joyfully

No doubt he'll bend his knee in his own stall.

Prometheus, thy sad fate we rue,

Our tender eyes well founts whose streams our cheeks bedew:

Hard is the present case,

Zeus wields his power by laws that are his own,

And on the gods of old his over-weening mood is shown.

The whole land echoes now with sighs,

Sighing and making moan for the old majesties

Of thee and of thy race.

Yea where the Asian colonies lie fair,

In loud lamentings for thine ills do mortal dwellers share.