Λουκιανὸς ὁ Σαμοσατεύς, Τὰ πρὸς Κρόνον 2.11 “Κρονοσόλων” (The Syrian, Lucian of Samosata, circa AD 125–180, Saturnalia, 2.11, “Kronosolon”.)
Τί ταῦτα, ἔφη, ὦ Κρονοσόλων, ἀνιωμένῳ ἔοικας;
Οὐ γὰρ ἄξιον, ἔφην, ὦ δέσποτα, ὅταν καταράτους μὲν καὶ μιαροὺς ἀνθρώπους ὑπερπλουτοῦντας καὶ μόνους τρυφῶντας ὁρῶ, αὐτὸς δὲ καὶ ἄλλοι συχνοὶ τῶν πεπαιδευμένων ἀπορίᾳ καὶ ἀμηχανίᾳ σύνεσμεν;
What has you so down, Cronosolon?
Haven’t I every reason to be, my lord, when I see only crass and impure scoundrels rich and living a comfortable life of luxury, while I and many other educated people live with poverty and despair?
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