Who shall endure for ever: choose the one

Which now the spirit in thy breast persuades.”

He spoke, revolving treachery. Jove, whose thoughts

Of wisdom perish never, knew the guile,

Not unforewarn’d: and straight his soul devised

Evil to mortals, that should surely be:

He raised the snowy portion with his hands,

And felt his spirit wroth: yea, anger seiz’d

His spirit, when he saw the whitening bones

O’erlaid with cunning artifice: and thence,