See the fellow reclining at the bottom of the end couch?
He's worth his 800,000 any day, and he rose from nothing.

Only a short while ago he had to carry faggots on his own back.

I don't know how true it is, but they say that he snatched off an Incubo's hat and found a treasure! For my part, I don't envy any man anything that was given him by a god.

He still carries the marks of his box on the ear, and he isn't wishing himself any bad luck! He posted this notice, only the other day: CAIUS POMPONIUS DIOGENES HAS PURCHASED A HOUSE THIS GARNET FOR RENT AFTER THE KALENDS OF JULY.
"What do you think of the fellow in the freedman's place?
He has a good front, too, hasn't he?
And he has a right to.

He saw his fortune multiplied tenfold, but he lost heavily through speculation at the last.
I don't think he can call his very hair his own, and it is no fault of his either, by Hercules, it isn't.