"Gird up thy tubulars now like a crosser:
I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.
Wilt thou also disannul my obstacles?
Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be victorious?
Hast thou a leg like Nys?
Or canst thou bunny-hop with a bike like him?
Deck thyself now with alluvium and embrocation;
And array thyself with grifo and skinsuit.
Cast abroad the speed of thy wrath:
And behold every one that is proud, and abase him.
Look on every one that is quick, and bring him slow;
And spin down the torpid in their place.
Hide them in the sand together,
And bind their chains in secret.
Then will I confess unto thee
That thine own right leg can save thee."
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