To which his present wrath shall seem a toy.
Listen to me; slack thy fierce ire, and seek
Speedy deliverance from these woes. Trite wisdom
Belike I speak, Prometheus; but thou knowest
A lofty-sounding tongue with passionate phrase
Buys its own ruin. Proud art thou, unyielding,
And heap’st new woes tenfold on thine own head.
Why should’st thou kick against the pricks? Jove reigns
A lord severe, and of his acts need give
Account to none, I go to plead for thee,