The poem below was written by Decimus Iunius Iuvenalis, commonly known as "Juvenal, " a famed Roman poet of the late 1st century and early 2nd century. It appears in Latin in his work The Sixteen Satires. (no link, tards, I'm copying it from an actual book: as quoted on p. 18 of "Occidentalism" by Ian Buruma and Avishai Margalit. Hook it on Amazon, great read.)
Judging from the following quote, I think the classical poet would fit in quite well with our happy little family here.
Judging from the following quote, I think the classical poet would fit in quite well with our happy little family here.
Rome, city of flatterers, robbers, and traders.
What can I do in Rome? I never learnt how to lie.
Rome, a city where of all gods, it's Wealth that compells our deepest reverence.
A city where foreigners mix freely with natives!
Filthy lucre it was that first brough loose foreign morals among us,
Effeminate wealth that with vile self-indulgence destroyed us over the years.
I reseve my greatest bile for Greeks and Jews, and for women.
Women, high-born or not, who would do anything to satisfy their hot wet groins.
What can I do in Rome? I never learnt how to lie.
Rome, a city where of all gods, it's Wealth that compells our deepest reverence.
A city where foreigners mix freely with natives!
Filthy lucre it was that first brough loose foreign morals among us,
Effeminate wealth that with vile self-indulgence destroyed us over the years.
I reseve my greatest bile for Greeks and Jews, and for women.
Women, high-born or not, who would do anything to satisfy their hot wet groins.
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