Although with yard distent (Priapus!) weighted(Wherewith our poet did reprove thee hereIn verse), on no wise deign thereat to blush;Thou be not heavier than our poet hung.

Know that this crass coarse yard nor lengthens nor stands as becomes it;Though an thou handle the same unto fair growth will it grow.Woe's me! how lustful girls are gulled by its seeming dimensionsThan which bigger of bulk never a prickle was seen.Usefuller Tydeus was albeit (an trust we to Homer)In his diminutive frame dwelt a pugnacious soul.Yet from this strangeness and shame could nothing ever avail usAnd such damage I deem better it were to repel.

While there is life 'tis fitting to hope, O rustical guardian!Here be thou present and thou aid us, Priapus stiff-nerved.

Bailiff of house whilom, now I of fieldlet the tiller;Perspectus, these fanes give (O Priapus!) to thee.So for such offices make I pact (if lawful, O Holy)Thou of this farm shalt bide ever-assiduous guard.And if a rogue come rob our field or venture to trespassHim thou may'st--Hush! for I know whatso shall follow thou know'st.