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'Tis even he;

But the immortal gods with mortal men

Should not, on equal terms, hold intercourse;

For all too feeble is the human race,

Not to grow dizzy on unwonted heights.

Ignoble was he not, and no betrayer;

To be the Thunderer's slave, he was too great;

To be his friend and comrade—but a man.

His crime was human, and their doom severe;

For poets sing, that treachery and pride

Did from Jove's table hurl him headlong down

To grovel in the depths of Tartarus.

Alas, and his whole race must bear their hate.