o furor, o homines diraeque Prometheos artes! quam bene post Pyrrham tellus pontusque vacarent! en mortale genus! dixit, speculataque tempus auxilio, temptemus, ait, licet irrita coner, desiluitque polo; niveus sub nubibus atris quamquam maesta deae sequitur vestigia limes.
Ah, madness! Ah, mankind, fell arts of Prometheus! How good it had been if earth and sea had stayed empty after Pyrrha!  Behold the race of mortals! She spoke, and spying out a time to aid, Let me try, she said, though the attempt be in vain. And she leapt down from heaven. Beneath the dark clouds a snow-white trail follows the goddess footsteps, sad though they were.
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