stabam defixus et ore patenti cunctaque mirabar necdum bona singula noram, cum mihi iam senior, lateri qui forte sinistro iunctus erat, quid te stupefactum, rustice, dixit ad tantas miraris opes, qui nescius auri sordida tecta, casas et sola mapalia nosti? en ego iam tremulus iam vertice canus et ista factus in urbe senex stupeo tamen omnia: certe vilia sunt nobis, quaecumque prioribus annis vidimus, et sordet quicquid spectavimus olim.
Rooted to the spot, I stood with mouth agape and marvelled at all, nor yet had I grasped every single attraction, when a man advanced in years, next me as it chanced on my left, said to me: Why wonder, country-cousin, that you are spellbound in face of such magnificence? you are a stranger to gold and only know the cottages and huts which are your humble homes. Look, even I, now palsied with age, now hoary-headed, grown old in the city there, nevertheless am amazed at it all. Certes, we rate all cheap we saw in former years, and shabby every show we one day watched.
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