<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text><body n="urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="edition" n="" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="poem" n="41"><p>Whoever comes hither let him become a poet and dedicate to me jocose verses. He who does not, shall, teeming with piles,<note type="footnote"> Piles were a frequent result of sodomy. The word ficus means primarily a fig, and piles were so called from their resemblance in shape to that fruit.</note> walk amongst learned poets.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="poem" n="42"><p>The steward Aristagoras, rejoicing in his promising grapes, offers to thee, O God, apples formed from wax. Do thou, O Priapus, contented with the semblance of a votive apple, cause him to bear genuine fruit</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="poem" n="43"><p>Think not that everything I say is spoken in jest and for my own amusement. That ye may not be in doubt, I tell ye this, that all thieves who are often caught I shall irrumate.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="poem" n="44"><p>What dost thou say this spear, although I be wooden, is wishing, if any girl give kisses to my middle? It needs no soothsayer, for, believe me, she has said, 'The rude spear will exercise its true functions on me.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="poem" n="45"><p>When the Rigid God beheld an effeminate crisping his hair with the heated curling-irons, to liken himself to a Moorish damsel, 'Ho there, thou catamite,' quoth he. 'We tell thee, thou mayst crisp and curl to thy liking, but is a girl, prithee, of more value than are the hairs which deck thy mentule?'<note type="footnote"> Is it worthwhile disturbing a hair even on thy mentule, much less thy head, to take the semblance of a girl?</note></p></div></div></body></text></TEI>