Wont our mentule to wear eyebrow up-drawn in surprise.

A certain person, an thou please (Priapus!),Plays me, a girl with piles full many piled;And nor she gives me nor denies her gift,While for deferring ever finds she cause.But, if to 'joy her shall our lot befall,We will (Priapus!) gird thy total yardWith the twin garlands to thy favours due.