Not if I were molded into the Cretan guard, not if I were born with Pegasean
wing, or I Ladas, or Perseus with winged foot, or Rhesus' swift and snowy team:
add to these the feathery-footed and winged ones, ask at the same time the
course of the winds: which bound up, Camerius, you name as mine; yet exhausted
in my every marrow and with many a faintness consumed, I would be in my quest
for you, my friend.
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