What am I to say on clothing? Gold flounces, [1029] I have no need of you; nor you, the wool which dost blush twice dipt in Tyrian purple. Since so many colours can be procured at a lower price, what folly it is to be carrying a fortune on one's person. [1030] Lo! there is the colour of the sky, at the time when the sky is without clouds, and the warm South wind is not summoning the showers of rain. Lo! there is the colour like to thee, that art said [1031] once to have borne away Phryxus and Helle from the treachery of Ino. That which resembles the waves, [1032] has its name, too, from the waves; I could imagine that the Nymphs are clad in vestments of this colour. Another resembles saffron; in saffron-coloured garments is the dewy Goddess dressed,when she yokes her steeds that bear the light of day. Another resembles the Paphian myrtles; another the purple amethysts, or the white roses, or the Thracian crane. Neither are there wanting, Amaryllis, [1033] thy chesnuts, nor yet almonds; and wax [1034] has given its own name to woollen textures. As many as the flowers which the renewed earth produces, when in warm spring the vine puts forth its buds, and sluggish winter retreats; so many, or still more, shades of dye does the wool imbibe. Choose them by rule; for every colour will not be suitable to every complexion. When she was carried off, then, too, was she clothed in a dark garment. White befits the swarthy; in white, daughter of Cepheus, thou wast charming; by thee, thus clothed, was Seriphos [1035] trodden. How nearly was I recommending you that there should be no shocking goat [1036] in the armpits, and that your legs should not be rough with harsh hair. But I am not instructing fair ones from the crags of Caucasus, and who are drinking, Mysian Caïcus, of thy waves. Besides; need I to recommend that idleness should not blacken your teeth, and that your mouth ought to be washed each morning with water used for the purpose. You know, too, how to find whiteness in an application of wax; [1037] she who is blushing with no real blood, is blushing by the aid of art. With skill do you fill up the bared edges of the eye-brows, [1038] and the little patch [1039] covers your cheeks in all their genuineness. 'Tis no harm, too, to mark the eyes [1040] slightly with ashes; or with saffron, produced, beauteous Cydnus, near to thee. I have a little treatise, [1041] but through the care bestowed, a great work, in which I have mentioned the various recipes for your beauty. From that as well, do you seek aid for your diminished charms: my skill is not idle in behalf of your interests.