31. To Calliodorus
When yesterday you sold a slave and spent
On one luxurious feast the price he brought,
How foul that feast; the mullet that you bought,
Its very crown and pride, to all intent
Was not a fish, and thus we brand your greed—
Ah, loathly wretch, on human life you feed.
On one luxurious feast the price he brought,
How foul that feast; the mullet that you bought,
Its very crown and pride, to all intent
Was not a fish, and thus we brand your greed—
Ah, loathly wretch, on human life you feed.
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