This was the vilest which my girl could findWith vow facetious to the Gods assigned. Now, 0 Creation of the azure sea,Holy Idalium, Urian havenryHaunting, Ancona, Cnidos' reedy site,Amathus, Golgos, and the tavern hightDurrachium-thine Adrian abode—The vow accepting, recognize the vowedAs not unworthy and unhandsome naught.But do ye meanwhile to the fire be brought, That teem with boorish jest of sorry blade, Volusius' Annals, paper scum-bewrayed. TO THE FREQUENTERS OF A LOW TAVERNSalacious Tavern and ye taverner-host,From Pileate Brothers the ninth pile-post,D'ye claim, you only of the, mentule boast,D'ye claim alone what damsels be the bestTo swive: as he-goats holding all the rest?Is't when like boobies sit ye incontinent here,One or two hundred, deem ye that I fearTwo hundred . . . . at one brunt?