Thou art a bold man, and defiest
The keenest pangs to force thy will.
With a most unreined tongue thou speakest;
But me—sharp fear hath pierced my heart.
I fear for thee: and of thy woes
The distant, doubtful end
I see not. O, ’tis hard, most hard to reach
The heart of Jove![n16] prayer beats his ear in vain.
Prometheus.
Harsh is Jove, I know—he frameth