Priapeia

Priaepia

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

  1. (Hilarus) holds these hills sloping in sunniest folds.
  2. See with my well-shaped face how seem I not to be wooden,
  3. Nor do I bear belly-tools fitted for kitchen or fire:
  4. Nay; my perpetual yard of cypress perishing never
  5. Rises for ever and aye worthy the Phidian hand.
  6. You, O ye neighbours, I warn to adore me, holy Priapus,