verum, id quod multo tute ipse fatebere maius, (insanire libet quoniam tibi) pocula ponam fagina, caelatum divini opus Alcimedontis; lenta quibus torno facili superaddita vitis diffusos hedera vestit pallente corymbos.
But (and heres what even you will admit is far more), seeing that you are bent on folly, I will stake a pair of beech-wood cups, the embossed work of divine Alcimedon. On them a pliant vine, laid on by the gravers skill, is entwined with spreading clusters of pale ivy.
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