PROMETHEUS BOUND
CHORUS
O never may my weakness prove
The might of Zeus against it bent,
The will that masters all that move!—
Nor may I weary to frequent
The gods with holiness, 530
High feast and blood of bulls, beside
My father's ford and wells undried,
Nor may my lips transgress!
May this within me sure
Be rooted and endure!
Sweet were 't in hopes that know not fear
To live my length of days, and fill
My heart with mirth and feastful cheer! 540
But thee I look upon and thrill,
By thousand torments marr'd!
I Because not holding Zeus in awe,
But taking thine own will for law,
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