Wont the Priapi of old were to have both Naiads and DryadsAnd the stiff vein of the God all had what causes to droop;Now there's naught of the kind; now so fulfilled my desire isFain am I left to believe every Nymph to be dead.Vile thing 'twere to be done, but lest I burst me with strainingSickle unhanding I mistress must make of my hand.

At holy offering to the Lustful GodHired was a harlot for a slender price