quidve domus prodest Phrygiis innixa columnis, Taenare sive tuis, sive Caryste tuis, et nemora in domibus sacros imitantia lucos aurataeque trabes marmoreumque solum? quidve in Erythraeo legitur quae litore concha tinctaque Sidonio murice lana iuvat, et quae praeterea populus miratur? in illis invidia est; falso plurima vulgus amat.
what good a house that rests on pillars from Phrygian quarries, or, Taenaros, from thine, or thine, Carystos, woods within mansions mimicking the sacred groves, or gilded cross-beams and a floor of marble? Or what the pearl shell gathered on Erythraean shores, or wool dipped in the purple dye of Sidon, and all besides that the world admires? Here envy lodges: the crowd is misguided in most that it adores.
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