Among the rich, anger’s no rarity:
hatred comes cheaper than charity.
Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram:
odisse quam donare vilius constat.
Contributed By: David Macey, Martial
Among the rich, anger’s no rarity:
hatred comes cheaper than charity.
Genus, Aucte, lucri divites habent iram:
odisse quam donare vilius constat.
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