One than a goose's marrow softer far,Comes hither stealing for its penalty's sake:Steal he as please him: I will see him not.

This, with his snout aye alert to uproot the lilies a-blowing,Slain for thy victim 's the pig bred in the stye's tepid reek.But, an thy will be not to murther the herd, O Priapus,Grant of thy grace yon gate into the garden be shut.

Thou, who lest manly mark thy glances meet,Hence fain avertest thee as suits the pure;No wonder 'twere if that to see thou fear'stWithin thy vitals thou desire to feel.

PEnelope's first syllable followed by firstling of DIdoTake, and of CAmus--the front also of REmus the head.Whatso thou makest of these unto me when caught in my orchardThief thou shalt give, such pain shall for thy thieving atone.

An I rustical seem to have spoken somewhat unlearned,Pardon me: apples I pluck, pluck I no matter of books;Yet in my rudeness ok when hearing the dominie reading,