Nor god, nor man, nor beast hath known communion.
For evil’s sake they are: in evil depth
Of rayless Tartarus, underneath the ground,
They dwell, of men and of Olympian gods
Abhorred. But hence! nor faint thy heart, though they
Are mighty to pursue from land to land
O’er measureless tracks, from rolling sea to sea,
And sea-swept cities. A bitter pasture truly
Was thine from Fate;[n13] but bear all stoutly. Hie thee
Away to Pallas’ city, and embrace