nec tibi malueris, totum quaecumque per orbem fortis arat valido rusticus arva bove, nec tibi, gemmarum quidquid felicibus Indis nascitur, Eoi qua maris unda rubet.
Thou wouldst not have rather for thine own all the fields in the whole world that stout yeomen plough with sturdy steers, nor for thine own all pearls soever that grow for India the blest by the red waters of the Eastern sea.
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