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 Hades' black glooming recess,

And the founts whence clear-running streams brim oe'ro'er [sic]

Moan piteous for thy distress.

Deem not that arrogance or stubbornness

Refrains my tongue. But brooding wrings my heart

When I behold myself thus trampled on.

Yet who but I marked out for these new gods,

With perfect bounds, their several sovereignties?

But I'll not speak of this—for what ye know

I should be telling you. But rather hear

Men's evil plight—how, child-brained at the first,

I made them shrewd and of a reasoning mind.

Not as a shame to mortals shall I tell it,

But shewing that I planned my gifts for good.

For, first of all, they seeing saw amiss,

And hearing knew not what they heard; but, like

The forms seen in a dream, through that long time

Confused all things in medley; nor had skill

Of brick-built houses turned towards the sun,

Nor the carpenter's craft, but burrowing they dwelt

In the unsunned recesses of their caves,