Whatever glittered in the Palatine palace has now been given to our sight and to our gods. Jupiter himself marvels at the fiery Scythian gems of green gold and is amazed at the pleasures and oppressive excesses of the haughty king. These are the cups that are fitting for the Thunderer god; these are the ones that suit his Phrygian cupbearer, Ganymede. We are all now rich together with Jupiter, but not so long ago—ah, it is shameful, shameful to confess—we were all, together with Jupiter, poor.