Wont the Priapi of old were to have both Naiads and Dryads And the stiff vein of the God all had what causes to droop; Now there's naught of the kind; now so fulfilled my desire is Fain am I left to believe every Nymph to be dead. Vile thing 'twere to be done, but lest I burst me with straining Sickle unhanding I mistress must make of my hand. At holy offering to the Lustful God Hired was a harlot for a slender price