Priapeia
Priaepia
by divers poets in English verse and prose. Translated by Sir Richard Burton and Leonard C. Smithers
- An this be wanting, mind! of wood thou art.
- Roses in spring in the autumn fruits and in summer they bring me
- Wheat-ears, while to my mind winter is horrible pest;
- For that the cold I dread lest I being god made of timber
- End me as fuel for fire chopped by those ignorant boors.
- I thuswise fashioned I by rustic art
- And from dried poplar-trunk (O traveller!) hewn,
- This fieldlet, leftwards as thy glances fall,
- And my lord's cottage with his pauper garth
- Protect, repelling thieves' rapacious hands.
- In spring with vari-coloured wreaths I'm crown'd,