Iam tibi barbaricae vestes Meliboeaque fulgens purpura Thessalico concharum tacta colore, aurea pavonum ridenti imbuta lepore saecla, novo rerum superata colore iacerent et contemptus odor smyrnae mellisque sapores, et cycnea mele Phoebeaque daedala chordis carmina consimili ratione oppressa silerent; namque aliis aliud praestantius exoreretur.
Then, I tell you, barbaric vestments, and blazing Meliboean purple, dyed in the colour from Thessalian shells, and the golden generations of peacocks steeped in laughing grace, all would sink, out done by some new colour in the world; the odour of myrrh and the savour of honey would be despised; the swans melody and Apollos music set to the wonder-working art of strings would in like manner be vanquished and silent; for one thing more splendid than another would continually arise.
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