Unit 1 · poem · elegiac_couplet · 6 lines
Latin
Source text
Dùm calet arenti & tibi manditur ore Phaſelus,
Mox facit infirmo turgida membra cibo.
Si rubet, eſt melior, muliebria fortiùs effert:
Hunc fuge, ſi placidæ ſomnia noctis amas.
Si pipere & mulſo faciet coquus arte ſalubrem,
Dic mihi, naturæ ſervit, an iſte gulæ?
English text
While the phaseolus is hot and is chewed by your parched mouth,
It soon makes the limbs swollen with weak food.
If it is red, it is better; it more strongly brings forth women's menses:
Flee this, if you love the dreams of a peaceful night.
If the cook skillfully makes it wholesome with pepper and mead,
Tell me, does he serve nature, or gluttony?