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And big with anger goes the city's word,
And pays a debt by public curse incurred.
And ever with me-- as about to hear
A something night-involved -- remains my fear:
Since of the many-slayers -- not
Unwatching are the gods.
The black Erinues, at due periods --
Whoever gains the lot
Of fortune with no right --
Him, by life's strain and stress
Back-again-beaten from success,
They strike blind: and among the out-of-sight
For who has got to be, avails no might.
The being praised outrageously
Is grave, for at the eyes of such an one
Is launched, from Zeus, the thunder-stone.
Therefore do I decide
For so much and no more prosperity
Than of his envy passes unespied.
Neither a city-sacker would I be,
Nor life, myself by others captive, see.
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