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Ay, if well-timed they mollify the heart,

Nor with rude pressure chafe its swelling ire.

True: but if forethought be with boldness leagued,

What lurking mischief seest thou? Instruct me.

Light-minded folly and superfluous toil.

Still from this ailment let me ail, since most

The wise it profiteth not wise to seem.

But haply mine this error may appear.

Certes, thine argument remands me home.

Good! Lest thy plaint for me work thee ill-will.

With him now-seated on the all-ruling throne?

Of him beware that ne'er his heart be vexed.

Thy plight, Prometheus, is my monitor.