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,Stood I storing in mind much of Homerical lore.'Psoleon' fain he calls what we 'Psoloenta' be calling;What we 'Culum' name, 'Culeon' loves he to term;'Smerdaleos' forsure designs what is nothing too cleanlyAnd is the Pedicon's yard rightly 'Smerdalea' hight.