'Let him look to himself;' said Cicero, 'or the state may find a tighter girdle for his neck.'" "Good Gods! who is it?
You cannot surely mean"-- "There he is." Flaminius pointed to a man who was pacing up and down the Forum at a little distance from them.

He was in the prime of manhood.

His personal advantages were extremely striking, and were displayed with an extravagant but not ungraceful foppery.

His gown waved in loose folds; his long dark curls were dressed with exquisite art, and shone and steamed with odours; his step and gesture exhibited an elegant and commanding figure in every posture of polite languor.

But his countenance formed a singular contrast to the general appearance of his person.