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And verily it was not long ere that Epeian lord

Guest-faithless saw his wealth-abounding land and his own town

Beneath the fire’s remorseless breath and iron stroke of sword

Into the dark unfathomed gulf of ruin sinking down.

Ay, when a man hath rushed into contention, hard it is

To win forth thence, and loose the grip of mightier foes, I wis.

Yea, Augeas’ self, brought by his redeless counsel to confusion,

Was captive taken at the last, nor ’scaped sin’s retribution,

Hurled down to death, as one who falls from some sheer precipice.