Why laugh such laughter, O most silly maid?My form Praxiteles nor Scopas hewed;To me no Phidian handwork finish gave;But me a bailiff hacked from shapeless log,And quoth my maker, 'Thou Priapus be!'Yet on me gazing forthright gigglest thouAnd holdest funny matter to derideThe pillar perking from the groin of me.