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 The fiery breathing bolt in both his hands:

For these will nothing serve to check his fall,

Dishonoured to intolerable shame.

So dread a foe he now himself prepares

Against himself, a being dire to oppose:

Yea who than lightnings shall find mightier flame

And a great crash that shall outpass the thunder,

Who shall to shivers dash Poseidon's spear

The ocean trident, shaker of plagued earth.

And, fallen on such evils, he shall learn

How far apart to rule is from to serve.

These flouts at Zeus belike show but thy wish.

I speak what shall be, speaking my desire.

Must we look for one to lord it over Zeus?

Yea, harder ills than these shall he abide.

How fear'st thou not to give such words a tongue?