Book XII, Epigram 53: In Avarum

When thou hast so much coyn and wealth with thee
That seldom Cittizens or Fathers see.
Yet are not liberal, but thy heaps hangst ore
Like the great Dragon, whom the Bards of yore
Feign'd to be keeper of the Scythian Grove,
But the base cause of this thy Muck-worm love,
Thou brag'st and dost pretend thy Son to bee:
Why dost delude us with this foolerie
As though we Blocks or Idiots had bin?
Thou wast a Father ever to this sin.