Herculeos annis aequare labores coeperat assurgens, et adhuc infantia iuxta; iam tamen et validi gressus mensuraque maior cultibus et visae puero decrescere vestes, cum tibi quas vestes, quae non gestamina mitis festinabat erus? brevibus constringere laenis pectora et angusta nolens artare lacerna, enormes non ille sinus sed semper ad annos texta legens, modo puniceo velabat amictu, nunc herbas imitante sinu, nunc dulce rubenti murice; nunc vivis digitos incendere gemmis gaudebat.
Rising with the years, he bid fair to equal Hercules labors'and infancy was still close. Yet already his steps were firm, his stature bigger than his wear, clothes seemed to shrink upon him'and what clothes, what trappings did your gentle master not hasten for you? Not wishing to constrain your chest with narrow mantles and cramp it in a tight cloak, not giving you folds too long, always choosing garments to suit your years, now he would cover you in scarlet habit, now in grass-green folds, now in sweet blush of purple, now rejoice to set your fingers afire with vivid jewels.
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