“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark.
He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark.
Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram,
fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit.
Contributed By: David Macey, Martial
“He reeks of last night’s wine!” That’s off the mark.
He drinks until dawn clarifies the dark.
Hesterno fetere mero qui credit Acerram,
fallitur: in lucem semper Acerra bibit.
Return to table of contents for Issue 12 Winter 2018.
Among the rich, anger’s no rarity: hatred comes cheaper than charity. Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram: odisse quam donare vilius constat. Return to table of contents for Issue 12 Winter 2018.
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