Quid nunc magnificas species cultusque locorum templaque <et> innumeris spatia interstincta columnis et geminam molem nudi tectique theatri et Capitolinis quinquennia proxima lustris, quid laudem lusus libertatemque iocandi, quam Romanus honos et Graia licentia miscent? nec desunt variae circa oblectamina vitae, sive vaporiferas, blandissima litora, Baias, enthea fatidicae seu visere tecta Sibyllae dulce sit Iliacoque iugum memorabile remo, seu tibi Bacchei vineta madentia Gauri Teleboumque domos, trepidis ubi dulcia nautis lumina noctivagae tollit Pharus aemula lunae caraque non molli iuga Surrentina Lyaeo, quae meus ante alios habitator Pollius auget, Venarumque lacus medicos Stabiasque renatas.
Why should I now praise the splendid sights and adornments of the place, the temples, the spaces marked out with countless columns, the theaters, open and covered, a double mass, the quinquennial contests ranking next to the lusters of the Capitol? Why the shows, the freedom of jest, a mingling of Roman dignity and Greek license? Nor lack surrounding entertainments to give life variety. You may please to visit the seductive beach of steaming Baiae or the prophetic Sibyls numinous abode or the hills made memorable by the Ilian oar; or shall it be the flowing vineyards of Bacchic Gaurus and the dwellings of the Teleboi, where the Pharos raises a light like the night-wandering moon, sweet to frightened sailors, where are the Surrentine hills dear to Lyaeus in no gentle mood, hills that my Pollius above all others enhances with his residence, and the healing pools of the Veins, and renascent Stabiae?
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