Sportive Epigrams on Priapus (56.1-57.2)

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Refs	`{'start': {'reference': '56.1', 'human_reference': 'Poem 56 Line 1'}, 'end': {'reference': '57.2', 'human_reference': 'Poem 57 Line 2'}}`
Ancestors	`[{'reference': '56'}]`
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Who could believe my words? 'Tis shame to confess that the sickle

Yon thief-folk have availed e'en from my fingers to thieve.

Nor doth its loss so much affect my mind or dishonour

As the just, natural dread other my weapons to lose,

Which lost shall I stand mulcted of country, and he that was erewhile

Son of the city to thee, Lampsacus! Gaul shall become.

Thou too dost mock me, Thief! and the infamous

Finger dost point when menacèd by me!