Book XVI, 242: On the Same

How heavy and well-hardened, Priapus, is this weapon, which springs all of it from thy loins, not unready for marriage! Thou art athirst for women, my friend, and all thy heart is swollen with desire. But appease this swollen organ and hide it under a flowered robe, for thou dost not dwell on a lonely mountain, but guardest holy Lampsacus by the shore of the Hellespont.