'How was it possible,' then Phoebus said,

That you, a little child, born yesterday,

A thing on mother's milk and kisses fed,

Could two prodigious heifers ever flay?

Even I myself may well hereafter dread

Your prowess, offspring of Cyllenian May,

When you grow strong and tall.'—He spoke, and bound

Stiff withy bands the infant's wrists around.

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