PROMETHEUS
Yet e'en of me although now wrung
In stubborn chains shall he have need,
This ruler of the blest-to read
The counsel new by which his sway
And honours shall be stript away.
But not persuasion's honied tongue
My stedfast soul shall charm;
Nor will I, crouching in alarm,
Divulge the secret, till these savage chains
He loose, and yield requital for my pains.
Prometheus Bound. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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