Prometheus was wound and double bound for his ability.
The gods were hot, and raged that he taught all that he knew.
They feared that men would love “I can” till gods were no more great,
And they might think, and clearly think, on mysteries of Fate.
So, yes, they made him suffer—“Suffer, suffer, you!”
But over pain and over gods, equal with all things true,
Prometheus laughs, and laughs again, then breaks his bonds in two!