Priapeia
Priaepia
by divers poets in English verse and prose. Translated by Sir Richard Burton and Leonard C. Smithers
- 'Tis not enough, my friends, I set my seat
- Where earth gapes chinky under Canicule,
- Ever enduring thirsty summer's drought.
- 'Tis not enough the showers flow down my breast
- And beat the hail-storms on my naked hair,
- With beard fast frozen, rigid by the rime.
- 'Tis not enough that days in labour spent
- Sleepless I lengthen through the nights as long.