Now, by Neptune, who delights in horses-- CALLIDEMUS.

If Neptune delights in horses, he does not resemble me.

You must ride at the Panathenaea on a horse fit for the great king: four acres of my best vines went for that folly.

You must retrench, or you will have nothing to eat.

Does not Anaxagoras mention, among his other discoveries, that when a man has nothing to eat he dies?
SPEUSIPPUS.