Priapeia
Priaepia
by divers poets in English verse and prose. Translated by Sir Richard Burton and Leonard C. Smithers
- 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
- Which thro' the livelong nights for aye fatigue
- The neighbour-women rutting endlessly,
- Lewder than sparrows in the lusty spring;
- Or I shall burst and ye Priapus lose.
- How I be futtered-out yourselves espy
- Used-up, bejaded, lean and pallid grown,