Mixes the gratefullest cups, ever his leman's delight;What on the primal night maid gives to her love-longing bridegroomDreading 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