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Hermes.

Remember then what I foreshow;

Nor, hunted by the dogs of woe,
Accuse your fortunes, and maintain
Jove sent you unexpected pain.
Yourselves have done it. Knowingly,
From guile and sudden influence free,
Through your own folly have ye met
The toils of Ate's mighty net.

Prometheus.

In deed—in word no more—

From her stillness Earth is thrust!
And growls the thunder's echoed roar;
And glares the lightning's eddied fire;
And the whirlwinds wheel the dust;
And blasts of every wind outleap,
Each to each with confluent ire;
And air is mingled with the deep.