Think about how risky your job really is. You have to feed people — and hungry people don't listen to reason. They won't be calmed by fair arguments or moved by pleas. Just a few days ago, when Emperor Caligula died (mourning nothing more, if the dead can mourn, than that all Romans didn't die with him), there was only seven or eight days' worth of grain left in the city. While he was building his famous ship-bridges and playing games with the empire's wealth, Rome was facing starvation — the worst disaster that can hit even a city under siege.
Think, moreover, how full of risk is the great task which you have undertaken: you have to deal with the human stomach: a hungry people will not endure reason, will not be appeased by justice, and will not hearken to any prayers. Only just a few days ago, when G. Caesar perished, grieving for nothing so much (if those in the other world can feel grief) as that the Roman people did not die with him, there was said to be only enough corn for seven or eight days' consumption: while he was making bridges with ships and playing with the resources of the empire, want of provisions, the worst evil that can befall even a besieged city, was at hand: