In play, Priapus (thou canst testify),Songs, fit for garden not for book-work, IWrote and none over-care applied thereto.No Muses dared I (like the verseful crew)Invite to visit such unvirginal site.For heart and senses did forbid me quiteTo set the choir Pïérian, chaste and fair,Before Priapus' tool--such deed to dare.Then whatsoe'er I wrote when idly gay,And on this Temple-wall for note I lay,Take in good part--such is the prayer I pray.