"A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace."
"The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol, Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowl His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite To sooty blackness from the purest white."
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Source: Ovid (1833). “Ovid”, p.56
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