Venter meus
From TTT @ frath.net
Latin Construction
- poet. ‘My belly.’
Loci
Classical
- αʹ Catullus, Carmina 44.7-9:
| —— mălām|quĕ pēctŏr(e) ēx|pŭlī tūssīm, nōn īnmĕrēn|tī quām mĭhī | mĕūs vēntēr dūm sūmptŭō|sās āppĕtō, | dĕdīt, cēnās. |
And I got rid of the awful cough in my chest that my stomach gave me—not undeserved—as I was hungering for lavish dinners. |
- βʹ Horace, Epodi 2:
| nōn Āfr(a) ăvīs | dēscēndăt īn | vēntrēm mĕūm, nōn āttăgēn | Ĭōnĭcūs iūcūndĭōr | quām lēctă dē | pīnguīssĭmīs ŏlīvă rā|mīs ārbŏrūm |
No guineafowl will sink into my belly—no Ionian grouse—more pleasantly than the olive picked from the thickest branches of the trees. |
- γʹ Horace, Sermones 1.1:
| mīlĭă | frūmēn|tī tŭă | trīvĕrĭt | ārĕă | cēntūm nōn tŭŭs | hōc căpĭ|ēt vēn|tēr plūs | āc mĕŭs | ————— |
Your threshing-floor has ground a hundred thousand bushels of grain; your stomach won't hold more than mine because of it. |
Roman
- δʹ Plautus, Captivi 4.2:
| non ĕgo | nunc păra|sītus | sūm sed | rēgum | rēx re|gālĭor, tāntus | vēntri | cōmmeātus | me(o) ădest | īn por|tū cĭ|bus. |
And now I'm no freeloader, but a pretty kingly king of kings, and my provisions are in the harbor; so much food is at hand for my stomach. |
