GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng1:89.19-92.9 urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng1:89.19-92.9

Here then, O lads, reftain from ill-mannered picking and stealing;Rich be the neighbour-hind and negligent eke his Priapus;Take what be his: this path hence leadeth straight to his ownings.

This grove to thee devote I give, Priapus!Whose home be Lampsacus and holt, Priapus!For thee in cities worship most the shoresOf Hellespont the richest oystery strand.

Thou who with prickle affrightest men and passives with sickle!Of the secluded spot deign the few acres to guard;So may the veteran thieves ne'er force their way to thine orchards;Only come lad or lass lovely with longest of locks.

I am not hewèd of the fragile elmNor is this post supine with rigid veinCarved out of any wood thou please to take;But 'tis engendered by live cypress-treeWhich fears nor hundred ages fully toldNor the decaying of long, drawn-out eld.Dread this (O evil one!) whoe'er thou be!For an thou injure with thy greedy handThe least of bunches by this vine-stock borne