Epigram 9.643

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On a Latrine in the Suburbs of Smyrna


τί στενάχεις κεφαλὴν κεκακωμένος; ἐς τί δὲ πικρὰ
οἰμώζεις, μελέων πάγχυ βαρυνομένων;
ἐς τί δὲ γαστέρα σεῖο ῥαπίσμασιν ἀμφιπατάσσεις,
ἐκθλίψαι δοκέων μάστακος ἐργασίην;

μόχθων τοσσατίων οὔ σοι χρέος, εἰ παρὰ δαιτὶ
μὴ τοῦ ἀναγκαίου πουλὺ παρεξετάθης.

ἀλλ᾽ ἐπὶ μὲν στιβάδος φρονέεις μέγα, καὶ στόμα τέρπεις
βρώμασιν, εὐτυχίην κεῖνα λογιζόμενος:
ἐνθάδε δ᾽ ἀσχάλλεις: μούνη δ᾽ ἀλιτήματα λαιμοῦ

ἡ γαστὴρ τίνει πολλάκι τυπτομένη.

— Paton edition

Why do you moan with the headache and groan
bitterly for the heaviness you feel all over, and keep
on smacking your belly, thinking to force out the
work of your jaws ? You would never have had all
this trouble and labour if you had not largely ex-
ceeded yourself at table. When you are lying there
guzzling you have a high opinion of yourself, and
delight your palate with the viands, deeming that
happiness. But here you are in distress, and your
belly only gets many smacks to pay for the sins of
your gullet.

— Paton edition






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