chrysolithus si te Eoa iuvat aurea ripa, et quae sub Tyria concha superbit aqua, Eurypylisve placet Coae textura Minervae, sectaque ab Attalicis putria signa toris, seu quae palmiferae mittunt venalia Thebae, murreaque in Parthis pocula cocta focis: sperne fidem, provolve deos, mendacia vincant, frange et damnosae iura pudicitiae! in mores te verte viri: si cantica iactat, i comes et voces ebria iunge tuas.
If golden chrysolites from Orient shores take your fancy, and the shell that flaunts its purple in the Tyrian sea, or you like the Eurypylean weave of Coan silk and fragile figures cut from coverlets of gold, or the wares shipped from palm-bearing Thebes and glass cups baked in Parthian kilns, then tear up promises, cast down the gods, let lies prevail, and shatter all the laws of bankrupt chastity. Adapt yourself to the ways of the man: if he strikes up a song, accompany him and join your drunken voice to his.
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