quis namque oculis certaverit usquam Vindicis artificum veteres agnoscere ductus et non inscriptis auctorem reddere signis? hic tibi quae docto multum vigilata Myroni aera, laboriferi vivant quae marmora caelo Praxitelis, quod ebur Pisaeo pollice rasum, quid Polycliteis iussum spirare caminis, linea quae veterem longe fateatur Apellen, monstrabit: namque haec, quotiens chelyn exuit, illi desidia est, hic Aoniis amor avocat antris.
For who would ever rival Vindex eyes in recognizing the hands of old masters and restoring its maker to an untitled statue? He shall show you which bronzes cost skilled Myron many a wakeful night, which marbles live from the chisel of laborious Praxiteles, which ivory was smoothed by Pisaean thumb, what was bidden to breathe by Polyclitus furnace, what line proclaims ancient Apelles from afar. For this is his idleness whenever he lays aside his lyre, this the passion that calls him away from Aonian grottoes.
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