GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng1:40.8-45.3 urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng1:40.8-45.3

The damsel dowered with no fatuous coynte.

Yon Telethusa befamèd amid the damsels Suburran(Who by her gains I hold freedwoman now is become)Girds with a gilded crown, O Holy! thine inguinal organ,Held by the pathic girls like in degree to a god.

Whoso comes hither shall a bard becomeAnd to me dedicate facetious verse;But who thiswise doth not, 'mid learnèd poetsShall pace with fundament fulfilled of 'figs'.

Bailiff Aristagoras of his grapes high-pedigree'd boastingApples moulded in wax giveth, O Godhead, to thee:But thou, pleased with the fruit in effigy placed on thine altar,Genuine 'fruit' vouchsafe he, O Priapus! shall bear.

Refrain from deeming all my sayings beIn sport bespoken for mine own disport;Thieves taken thrice or four tunes in the fact(Believe my word) I'll surely irrumate.

What shouldest say this spear (although I'm wooden) be wishingWhenas a maiden chance me in the middle to kiss?Here none augur we: need: believe my word she is saying -