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Rh But great and dread the might of Destiny;

Nor kingly wealth, nor war,

Nor tower, nor dark-hulled ships

Beaten by waves, escape.

So too was shut, enclosed in dungeon cave,

Bitter and fierce in mood,

The son of Dryas, king

Of yon Edonian tribes, for vile reproach,

By Dionysos' hands, and so his strength

And soul o'ermad wastes drop by drop away,

And so he learnt that he, against the God,

Spake his mad words of scorn;

For he the Mænad throng

And bright fire fain had stopped,

And roused the Muses' wrath.

And by the double sea of those Dark Rocks

Are shores of Bosporos,

And Thrakian isle, as Salmydessos known,

Where Ares, whom they serve,

God of the region round,