nonne vides, ut tota tremor pertemptet equorum corpora, si tantum notas odor attulit auras? ac neque eos iam frena virum neque verbera saeva, non scopuli rupesque cavae atque obiecta retardant flumina correptosque unda torquentia montis.
See you not how a trembling thrills through the steeds whole frame, if the scent has but brought him the familiar breezes? No longer now can the riders rein or the cruel lash stay his course, nor rocks and hollow cliffs, nay, nor opposing rivers, that tear up mountains and hurl them down the wave.
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