The Instructor 2.10.105

“There was a certain man,” the Lord says in a story, “very rich, who was clothed in purple and fine linen, feasting splendidly every day”: this was the grass. “And a poor man named Lazarus had been laid at the rich man's gate, covered with sores, longing to be fed with what fell from the rich man's table”: this is the herb. But the rich man was punished in Hades, sharing in the fire, while the other flourished again in the Father's bosom. I admire the ancient city of the Spartans: it permitted only courtesans to wear flowered clothing and gold ornaments, taking away love of finery from respectable women by allowing only prostitutes to beautify themselves. At Athens, on the contrary, the rulers who aspired to refined city life, forgetting their manliness, wore gold and put on robes reaching to the feet, and tied up their hair in a krōbylos, a kind of braid, adorned with golden cicadas inserted in it, truly displaying their “earthborn” descent by the tastelessness of effeminacy.