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“. . . Oh I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished! Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or soon It should the good ship so have swallowed and The frightened souls within her.” —Miranda, The Tempest 1.2.5–13 . . . to thee the strife was given Between the suffering and the will, Which torture where they cannot kill; And the inexorable Heaven, And the deaf tyranny of Fate, The ruling principle of Hate, Which for its pleasure doth create The things it may annihilate, Refused ye even the boon to die: The wretched gift eternity Was thine—and thou hast borne it well . . . —Lord Byron, Prometheus This page intentionally left blank. ...

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