deus ille, deus, seseque videndum indulsit, Lysippe, tibi, parvusque videri sentirique ingens; et cum mirabilis intra stet mensura pedem, tamen exclamare libebit, si visus per membra feres: hoc pectore pressus vastator Nemees; haec exitiale ferebant robur et Argoos frangebant bracchia remos.
A god he was, a god! And he granted you, Lysippus, to behold him, small to the eye but huge to the sense. The marvelous measure was no more than a foot, yet if you let your vision travel over his limbs you will be fain to cry: this was the breast that crushed the ravager of Nemea, these the arms that bore the deadly club and broke Argos oars.
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