Neither thou, O Cæsar, nor I--we who know, each of us, what true beauty is--would give a thousand sesterces for her; but that lad has ever been as dull as a tripod, and now he has lost all the wit that was in him.'"
Te, Caesar, mondtam, meg én, akik tudjuk, mi az igazi szépség, ezer sestertiust sem adnánk érte, de a fiú mindig is bolond volt, akár egy bográcsláb, most azonban végképp megbolondult.”