iam mihi per rupes videor lucosque sonantis ire; libet Partho torquere Cydonia cornu spicula'tamquam haec sit nostri medicina furoris, aut deus ille malis hominum mitescere discat.
Already I see myself traversing rocks and echoing groves; it is a joy to shoot the Cretan shaft from my Parthian bow! As if this could heal my frenzy, or as if that god could learn pity for human sorrows!
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