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 Slow, vision-like, by which is found The hood-wink'd race of mortals, bound? Man's counsels ne'er can rise above The purposed fixedness of Jove.

Prometheus, I have learn'd these things, Viewing thy ruin'd fate: Unlike that song which waved its wings Upon my lips of late; Which sweetly round the baths I sung, Hymning thy nuptial hour, When, suasive with thy presents' power, Hermione thou wedd'st, our sister young.