Herculeis pressum sic fama lacertis terrigenam sudasse Libyn, cum fraude reperta raptus in excelsum, nec iam spes ulla cadendi, nec licet extrema matrem contingere planta.
So, as the story goes, sweated the Libyan son of earth  gripped in Hercules arms, when his trick was discovered and he snatched into the air; no hope now of falling and he cannot touch his mother with the tip of his toe.
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