Priapeia

Priaepia

by divers poets in English verse and prose. Translated by Sir Richard Burton and Leonard C. Smithers

  1. 'Tis not enough, my friends, I set my seat
  2. Where earth gapes chinky under Canicule,
  3. Ever enduring thirsty summer's drought.
  4. 'Tis not enough the showers flow down my breast
  5. And beat the hail-storms on my naked hair,
  6. With beard fast frozen, rigid by the rime.
  7. 'Tis not enough that days in labour spent
  8. Sleepless I lengthen through the nights as long.