And bloated sons; and, weeping, prophesies
Another’s dissolution, soon, in flames.
But, like Cassandra, prophesies in vain;
In vain, to many; not, I trust, to thee.
For, know’st thou not, or art thou loath to know,
The great decree, the counsel of the skies?
Deluge and conflagration, dreadful powers!
Prime ministers of vengeance! chain’d in caves
Distinct, apart the giant furies roar;
Apart; or, such their horrid rage for ruin, 140