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Alciato's Book of Emblems
That which is above us is nothing to us
Prometheus hangs eternally on the Caucasian rock; his liver is ripped apart by the talon of the sacred bird. He might regret that he made man; detesting potters, he condemns the flame lit by the stolen fire. The breasts of wise men - those who seek to know the conditions of heaven and the gods - are gnawed by divers cares.