/lit/ - Literature

12:53) LIII. PATERNE.
Fathers, when you have for yourself so much money and land which are all in such short supply to so many people, you have it in your power to bestow the veritable treasure trove of the Incubus to some people; to whom a few small brass coins would be as if they were One Thousand Sesterce; or a small plot of farmable land as if it were the Golden House. To do such good things would be of nothing to you, but instead you make great piles of treasure and then hoard over them like some fire-breathing dragon - must it 'really' take a Sycthian boot to kick down your door to get you to see reason?

Or do you fear to be Good for some other reason?

Well, remember they said:
"Dreadful Fear of is always the result of ones own Greed and ones own Rapacity."

Come now don't play with me, you and I are equals, and we both know what that saying means; you feign ignorance and ask silly questions as if you never attended a School? You forget the words of our Teachers already? Since we both went to School, you'll remember that we also learned that feigning ignorance is the result of a Viceful person wanting to avoid resolving their own Vices... but to this Character Defect you, ‘Wealthy Inheritance’, have always been the Father of(!)
Nummi cum tibi sint opesque tantae,
Quantas civis habet, Paterne, rarus,
Largiris nihil incubasque gazae,
Ut magnus draco, quem canunt poetae
Custodem Scythici fuisse luci.

Sed causa, ut memoras et ipse iactas,
Dirae filius est rapacitatis.

Ecquid tu fatuos rudesque quaeris,
Inludas quibus auferasque mentem?
Huic semper vitio pater fuisti.