There the white bones he craftily disposed;

And with the marrowy substance wrapt them round.

Then spake the father of the gods and men:

“Son of Iäpetus!” thou famous god!

How partial, friend! are thy divided shares!”

So in rebuke spoke Jupiter: whose thoughts

Of wisdom perish not. Then answer’d him

Wily Prometheus, with a laugh suppress’d,

And well remembering his insidious fraud:

“Hail glorious Jove! thou mightiest of the gods