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 Let air be lacerate with thunder, And with the savage wind's convulsion; And earth's foundations rooted under, Shudder to the blast's impulsion; And let the waters of the deep Their foam with dreadful roaring heap Along the planets' heav'nly way; And let him hurl my body low To Tartarus, imped'd to go By eddies strong of fated woe! Yet me he hath not power to slay.

Such words and counsels we may gain From those of madness-stricken brain: For what of madness seems not his? And if indeed he joy in this, Why should he loosen frenzy's chain? But ye, who in the Titan's pain