Wild boar shall rub thee with his ribs mud-caked.Accursèd Penis! Oh, by whom my painsShall with sore righteous penalty be paid?Howe'er thou 'plain, no more shall tender boyOpe to thy bidding, nor on groaning bedHis mobile buttocks writhe with aiding art:Nor shall the wanton damsel's legier handStroke thee, or rub on thee her lubric thigh.A two-fanged mistress, Romulus old remembering,Awaits thee; middlemost whose sable groinAnd hide time-loosened thou with coynte-rime bewrayedAnd hung in cobwebs fain shalt block the way.Such prize is thine who thrice and four times shalt