Twofold and threefold he shall find from thee
Just compensation.
ANTISTROPHE I.
But hard the toil. Yoked to the car of Fate,
When harshly driven,
O rein him thou! his goaded speed abate
Wisely from Heaven!
Jove tempers all, steadies all things that reel;
When wildly swerveth
From the safe line life’s burning chariot wheel,