Mixes the gratefullest cups, ever his leman's delight; What on the primal night maid gives to her love-longing bridegroom Dreading ineptly the hurt dealt to a different part. Simpler far to declare in our Latin, Lend me thy buttocks; What shall I say to thee else? Dull's the Minerva of me. These tablets, sacred to the Rigid God, From Elephantis' obscene booklets drawn, Lalage offers and she prays thee try