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The wise are they who worship Nemesis.

Revere, adore, cringe aye to him who reigns,

For me, at less than nought I value Zeus.

For this brief hour let him both do and reign,

E'en as he will;—not long he'll rule the gods.

But yonder I behold the scout of Zeus,

Of this new potentate the servitor;—

Doubtless some news to herald he has come.

To thee, professing wisdom, steeped in gall,

Who 'gainst the gods hast sinned, on short-lived men

Prerogatives bestowing, thief of fire,

To thee I speak; the Father bids thee tell

What nuptials these thou vauntest of, by which

Himself shall fall from sway; and nought in riddles,

But point by point explain; nor cause to me,

Prometheus, double journeys; for thou seest,

Not by such dealing is Zeus mollified.

Full of high spirit and augustly mouthed

This speech, as fits an underling of gods.

Younglings and young of sway, ye think to dwell

Henceforth in griefless citadels. From these