If they didn't work hard enough, they were sent to Rome to be thrown to the lions.
If I could fly like birds on high, then straight to her arms, I'd go sailing.
If a fisherman or a shepherd had looked up just then, he would have seen two very unusual birds hovering above the waves. No doubt he would have thought that he had caught sight of two winged gods.
Who could have believed that a mortal father and son had mastered the art of flight?