Come, my friend, how mutual was your reciprocity? Tell me, what kind of help is there in creatures of a day? What aid? Did you not see the helpless infirmity, no better than a dream, in which the blindgeneration of men is shackled? Never shall the counsels of mortal men transgress the ordering of Zeus.

ChorusI have learned this lesson from observing the luck, Prometheus, that has brought about your ruin. And the difference in the song stole into my thought