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NON custos si fingar ille Cretum,
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Not though I should be moulded in brass like the fabled warder of Crete,
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non Ladas ego pinnipesue Perseus,
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not though I were to soar aloft like flying Pegasus,
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non si Pegaseo ferar uolatu,
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not if I were Ladas or wing-footed Persues,
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non Rhesi niueae citaeque bigae;
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not if I were the swift snow-white pair of Rhesus:
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adde huc plumipedas uolatilesque,
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add to these the feather-footed gods and the winged,
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uentorumque simul require cursum,
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and with them call for the swiftness of the winds;--
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quos iunctos, Cameri, mihi dicares:
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though you should harness all these, Camerius, and press them into my service,
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defessus tamen omnibus medullis
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yet I should be tired out to my very marrow,
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et multis languoribus peresus
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and worn away with frequent faintness,
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essem te mihi, amice, quaeritando.
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my friend, while searching for you.
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