I would be as great a toil to count
The waves upon the shore, when the wind
Drives them to land along the surface
Of the green sea, or to wash
The dirty brick clean
With violet-colored water,
As to overreach the man who is a slave to avarice.
Away with such an one!
Let him have silver without end,
Yet always let the desire
Of a greater store possess him.
But I should prefer the respect
And esteem of men to myriads of mules and horses.
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Good Poem
Money talks, excrement verbalized walks was one U.S. congressman's opinion. Lobbying and influence peddling is rampant in congress, and the masses may prefer materialism and money to anything spiritual or philosophical, although they may just spend it all and descry the virtue of saving or avarice. I wonder if Theocritus would have criticized too much spending as an evil equal to avarice?
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