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