quid tibi nunc molles prodest coluisse capillos saepeque mutatas disposuisse comas, quid fuco splendente genas ornare, quid ungues artificis docta subsecuisse manu? frustra iam vestes, frustra mutantur amictus ansaque compreseos colligat arta pedes.
What advantage hast thou now in dressing the soft hair or shifting continually the arrangement of the tresses, what in beautifying cheeks with lustrous pigment, in having the nails pared by an artists cunning hand? In vain thy gowns, thy shawls are changed, and the tight loop squeezes the feet together.
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