The heavenborn spirit within him, are not there.
Yet are they bold of face, and Zeus himself, 486
Seeing that Mischief held her head on high,
Lest she should go beyond his power to quell
And draw the inevitable Fate that waits
On utmost ill, himself preventing Fate
Hasted to drown the world, and now would crush
Thy little remnant: but among the gods 492
Is one whose love and courage stir for thee;
Who being of manlike spirit, by many shifts