Sportive Epigrams on Priapus (12.5-12.12)

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Hither with tottering gait is wont to come;

And, wrinkled hands upraising to the stars,

Begs that she'll never fail a yard to find;

And, as yester'een she prayed ere daylight fled

One of three teeth she happened out to crache.

'Bear it afar (cried I) and let it lurk

Beneath thy tattered robe and tawny stole;

(Fen as 'tis ever wont); and dread the fight