Aeschylus,
Tragedies of Aeschylus
(1812)
“ Brass, iron, silver, gold, their use to man, Let the vain tongue make what high vaunts it may, Are my inventions all; and, in a word, Prometheus taught each useful art to man. CHOR. Let not thy love to man o'erleap the bounds Of reason, nor neglect thy wretched state: So my fond hope suggests thou shalt be free From these base chains, nor less in pow'r than Jove. PROM. Not thus, it is not in the Fates that thus These things should end: crush'd with a thousand wrongs, A thousand woes, I shall escape these chains. Necessity is stronger far than art. ”
