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Hades' black glooming recess, 450 (441)
And the founts whence clear-running streams brim oe'r
Moan piteous for thy distress.
Prometheus.
Deem not that arrogance or stubbornness
Refrains my tongue. But brooding wrings my heart
When I behold myself thus trampled on. 455 (446)
Yet who but I marked out for these new gods,
With perfect bounds, their several sovereignties?
But I'll not speak of this—for what ye know
I should be telling you. But rather hear 459 (450)
Men's evil plight—how, child-brained at the first,
I made them shrewd and of a reasoning mind.
Not as a shame to mortals shall I tell it,
But shewing that I planned my gifts for good.
For, first of all, they seeing saw amiss, 464 (455)
And hearing knew not what they heard; but, like
The forms seen in a dream, through that long time
Confused all things in medley; nor had skill
Of brick-built houses turned towards the sun,
Nor the carpenter's craft, but burrowing they dwelt
In the unsunned recesses of their caves, 470 (461)
