Who talks of these, to mankind all at once
He talks; for where the saint from either free?
Are these thy refuge?—No: these rush upon thee;
Thy vitals seize, and, vulture-like, devour;
I’ll try, if I can pluck thee from thy rock,
Prometheus! from this barren ball of earth; 420
If Reason can unchain thee, thou art free.
And, first, thy Caucasus, Ambition, calls;
Mountain of torments! eminence of woes!
Of courted woes! and courted through mistake!