_ Beside these, too, I
bestowed
on them fire.
Thoreau - Excursions and Poems
_Ch. _ Of iron heart and made of stone,
Whoe'er, Prometheus, with thy sufferings
Does not grieve; for I should not have wished to see
These things, and having seen them I am grieved at heart.
_Pr. _ Indeed to friends I'm piteous to behold.
_Ch. _ Did you in no respect go beyond this?
_Pr. _ True, mortals I made cease foreseeing fate.
_Ch. _ Having found what remedy for this all?
_Pr. _ Blind hopes in them I made to dwell.
_Ch. _ A great advantage this you gave to men.
_Pr.
_ Beside these, too, I bestowed on them fire.
_Ch. _ And have mortals flamy fire?
_Pr. _ From which, indeed, they will learn many arts.
_Ch. _ Upon such charges, then, does Zeus
Maltreat you, and nowhere relax from ills?
Is there no term of suffering lying before thee?
_Pr. _ Nay, none at all, but when to him it may seem good.
_Ch. _ And how will it seem good? What hope? See you not that
You have erred? But how you've erred, for me to tell
Not pleasant, and to you a pain. But these things
Let us omit, and seek you some release from sufferings.
