| Potatores exquisiti Licet sitis sine siti, Et bibatis expediti Et scyphorum inobliti. Scyphi crebro repetiti, Non dormiant, Et sermones inauditi Prosiliant. |
Exquisite drinkers Drinking without thirst, Drinking without thinking, Until you are stinking. Mugs always in hand, You drink and never sleep; Missing your lectures, You still find life deep! |
Adapted from Helen Waddell, Mediæval Latin Lyrics (London-New York: Constable-Barnes & Noble, 1966) 184-185 and George F. Whicher, The Goliard Poets: Medieval Latin Songs and Satires (New York: New Directions, 1965) 234-235