Sadness of the Unenlightened Oyster

Pliny the Elder has presented me with a poem about Oyster Therapy:


Ostreae aquam dulcem fluvium amant
Parvae et rarae in mare
Optime in luce aestatis crescent
Non illuminatae lente tristitiae

This translates as:

Oysters love the fresh water of streams falling into the sea
In the open sea they are small and rare
They grow best in the summer where sunlight reaches them
If they cannot be reached by the sun's rays they grow slowly
And eat very little for sadness.

( Isn't Latin wonderfully concise !)


Thanks, Pliny, I will write you one tomorrow.