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 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 blind  generation of men is shackled? Never shall the counsels of mortal men transgress the ordering of Zeus.
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