To Tartarus obscene, and outcast thence
Are hurried back into the cold intense,
And with new company their torments share.
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‘Its biting lymph may not be touch’d of man
Or god, unless the Fates have so ordain’d;
Nor coud I in thy favour break the ban,
Nor pass the dragons that thereby are chain’d,
Didst thou not bear the sacred cup of Zeus;
Which, for thy peril lent, shall turn to use,