ψυχῆς πείρατα ἰὼν οὐκ ἂν ἐξεύροιο πᾶσαν ἐπιπορευόμενος ὁδόν· οὕτω βαθὺν λόγον ἔχει → one would never discover the limits of soul, should one traverse every road—so deep a measure does it possess
Rabocentus: i, m.,
I a Bessic prince, put to death by L. Piso, Cic. Pis. 34.