Or in the sluggish mud his soul supine to deposit Even as she-mule casts iron shoe where quagmire is stiffest. TO PRIAPUS, THE GARDEN-GOD This grove to thee devote I give, Priapus! Who home be Lampsacus and holt, Priapus! For thee in cities worship most the shores Of Hellespont the richest oystery strand. To PRIAPUS This place, O youths, I protect, nor less this turfbuilded cottage, Roofed with its osier-twigs and thatched with its bundles of sedges;