Prometheus ill-painted.

HOw wretched does Promethe'us state appear,
Whilst he his Second Mis'ery suffers here!
Draw him no more, lest as he tortur'ed stands,
He blame great Ioves less then the Painters hands.
It would the Vulturs cruelty outgoe,
If once again his Liver thus should grow.
Pity him Iove, and his bold Theft allow,
The Flames he once stole from thee grant him now.