Book V, Epigram 35 (Ker)

While Euclides in scarlet was loudly proclaiming that two hundred thousand sesterces a year were the return of his farms at Patrae, and more that of his property in the suburbs of Corinth, and was tracing a long pedigree from beauteous Leda, and arguing with Leitus who was making him stir— out of the pocket of this proud, high-born, rich knight there suddenly fell a big key. Never, Fabullus, was there a key more wicked!