nec mora nec requies; at fulvae nimbus harenae tollitur, umescunt spumis flatuque sequentum: tantus amor laudum, tantae est victoria curae.
No rest, no stay is there; but a cloud of yellow sand mounts aloft, and they are wet with the foam and the breath of those in pursuit: so strong is their love of renown, so dear is triumph.
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