Just such a meddling mar-peace was myself.
Now I am caught between Briareus’ hands
And he will grind the insect that would sting.
Then, Gyges, howsoe’er the wave of life
May lift you (and be sure ’twill rear your fate
Still higher than you think) be bold of faith
And do not tremble even before a crown;
This only—never break the sleep o’ the world.
And now——
Gyges.