Nor, by thy signal shown, me, O Priapus, betray:Whatso before thee I laid, of home-grown apples the firstlings,(Prithee, be pleased not to tell!) from Via Sacra be ta'en.

An fro' me woman shall thieve or plunder me man or a man-child,She shall pay me with coynte, that with his mouth, this with arse.

Whoso of violets here shall pluck or rose,Or furtive greens or apples never bought,May he in want of woman or of boy