scilicet in solis profugi stetit Herculis armis nostra salus; nempe ora aeque mortalia cuncti ecce gerunt; ibant aequo nempe ordine remi.
Our safety, forsooth, rested on the arms of truant Hercules alone: all men for sure are, look you, in aspect equally mortal, and for sure all our oars moved to an equal beat.
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