How's this--what part of us am I?
I come far, I come wide, now guess me! I'll give you another.

What part of us runs but never moves from its place?
What part of us grows but always grows less?
But you scurry around and are as flustered and fidgeted as a mouse in a piss-pot.

Shut up and don't annoy your betters, who don't even know that you've been born.

Don't think that I'm impressed by those boxwood armlets that you did your mistress out of.

Occupo will back me! Let's go into the forum and borrow money, then you'll see whether this iron ring means credit! Bah! A draggled fox is a fine sight, ain't it'?
I hope I never get rich and die decently so that the people will swear by my death, if I don't hound you everywhere with my toga turned inside out.