A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.

A lucky man is rarer than a white crow.

The abuse of cabmen in a block.

But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!

Majestic mighty Wealth is the holiest of our gods.

The gods alone know, what kind of wife a man will have.

Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; for the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things - bread and circuses.