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46 Whate'er betides, with him will I endure it.

The vile betrayer I have learn'd to bate;

There is no fouler stain, my soul abhors it.

Remember you are warn'd; if ill o'ertake you

Accuse not Fortune, lay not the blame on Jove,

As by his hand sunk in calamities

Unthought of, unforeseen: no, let the blame

Light on yourselves; your folly not unwarn'd,

Not unawares, but 'gainst your better knowledge,

Involv'd you in th' inextricable toils.

He fables not; I feel in very deed

The firm earth rock; the thunder's deep'ning roar

Rolls with redoubled rage; the bick'ring flames

Flash thick; the eddying sands are whirl'd on high;

In dreadful opposition the wild winds

Rend the vex'd air; the boist'rous billows rise

Confounding sea and sky; th' impetuous storm

Rolls all its terrible fury on my head.

Seest thou this, awful Themis; and thou, Ether,

Thro' whose pure azure floats the general stream

Of liquid light, see you what wrongs I suffer!