Here you will find the Poem To A Rich Vulgarian of poet Sappho
Fragments 35, 67, 81, 72, 68 combined. Thou fool ? that thou shouldst plume thyself On rich attire, on jewel-hoard, On dross of thine ill-gotten pelf, On carcanet and flashing ring, On meats and wines that load thy board! Ay, cup on cup past numbering Thou drainest with the drunken! Fool, Who hast not learnt in wisdom's school That wealth is an accursed thing Dislinked from goodness! Only when These twain are wedded, happiness True and abiding comes to bless The fleeting life of dying men. Fool! ? yet not as in wrath I speak: Not I on thee would vengeance wreak. A quiet spirit dwells in me That scorns to bruise such worms as thee. Nay, but the inevitable Fate Even now decrees thine after-state: ? When thou art dead, so shalt thou lie Ever: thy very name shall die. Thy sordid story not outlast Thy burial; for no part thou hast In Song-land's roses, whose perfume Breathes life immortal, o'er the tomb Triumphant. Unregarded all Shalt thou stray lost in Hades' hall Amidst the fameless dead forlorn, A vile, ignoble thing of scorn!
