He was languid; spirited only when he railed at a slave who brushed against his immaculate toga.

The frills on his robes made him almost feminine; and he spoke, even in invective, in a soft, lisping voice.
Around him floated the aroma of countless rare unguents, that made his coming known afar off.

His only aim in life was evidently to get through it with as little exertion of brain or muscle as was possible.
The third friend was unlike the others.

Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus clearly amounted to more than either of his companions.

A constant worship of three very popular gods of the day--Women, Wine, and Gaming--with the other excitements of a dissipated life, had ruined a fine fair complexion.