GetPassage urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng1:48.3-51.7 urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng1:48.3-51.7

I pray his wife or punk, hot-wantoning,Reduce his rival to most languid state;While he, all lonely through the livelong night,Lie, by the lustful rockets sore disturbed.

Tho' see you drenchèd wet that part of meWhereby Priapus I am signified;Nor dew (believe me!) 'twas nor hoary frost,But whatso gusheth of its own accordWhen I bethink me of a pathic god.

Thou, who art 'customed to view around the walls of our templeVerse of a strain jocose rather than modest and chaste,Cease to be hurt by the song obscene, for verily ne'er wasWont our mentule to wear eyebrow up-drawn in surprise.

A certain person, an thou please (Priapus!),Plays me, a girl with piles full many piled;And nor she gives me nor denies her gift,While for deferring ever finds she cause.But, if to 'joy her shall our lot befall,We will (Priapus!) gird thy total yardWith the twin garlands to thy favours due.