Sportive Epigrams on Priapus (45.4-46.7)

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Refs	`{'start': {'reference': '45.4', 'human_reference': 'Poem 45 Line 4'}, 'end': {'reference': '46.7', 'human_reference': 'Poem 46 Line 7'}}`
Ancestors	`[{'reference': '45'}]`
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'Let the rude spear in me work with its natural wont!'

Whenas the Rigid God espied a wight

Crisping his head with curling-tongs aglow

That he be likest to a Moorish maid,

'Ho thou! (cried he) we tell thee, catamite;

However much thou toast and curl thyself

Is then a damsel more of worth, I ask,

Than are the hairy honours of thy yard?'