Priapeia
Priaepia
by divers poets in English verse and prose. Translated by Sir Richard Burton and Leonard C. Smithers
- She shall pay me with coynte, that with his mouth, this with arse.
- Whoso of violets here shall pluck or rose,
- Or furtive greens or apples never bought,
- May he in want of woman or of boy
- By the same tension you in me behold
- Go burst, I ever pray, and may his yard
- Against his navel throb and rap in vain.
- Here has the bailiff, now of this plentiful garden the guardian,
- Bidden me care for the place he to my service entrusts.
- Thief! thou shalt suffer the pain albeit crying in anger--
- 'What! for a cabbage all this? This for a cabbage I bear?'
- This staff of office cut from tree as 'tis,
- No more with leafage green for aye to bloom;
- Staff by the pathic damsels fondly loved,
- Which e'en the kings delight in hand to hold
- And oft by noble catamites bekissed--
- This staff in robbers' vitals deep shall plunge
- Up to its bushy base and bag of balls.
- Hither, Quirites! (here what limit is?)
- Either my member seminal lop ye off