Not even if I were modelled on the guard of Crete
Or Ladas the runner or feather-footed Perseus
Or carried on the wings of Pegasus,
Or the swift white chariot of Rhesus –
Add to this the feathery-footed flying birds,
And ask at the same time for the winds’ blow –
You might put them all together, Camerius,
And give me use of them all, but even then, my friend,
I would be tired to the marrow and consumed
By my many exhaustive attempts at searching for you.