{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/priap/prp86.htm","path":"cla/priap/prp86.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/priap/prp86.htm","text":"Vere rosa, autumno pomis, aestate frequentor\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0spicis; una mihi est horrida pestis hiemps.\n Nam frigus metuo et vereor, ne ligneus ignem\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0hic deus ignavis praebeat agricolis.\nRoses in spring in the autumn fruits and in summer they bring me\n Wheat-ears, while to my mind winter is horrible pest;\n For that the cold I dread lest I being god made of timber\n End me as fuel for fire chopped by those ignorant boors.\nIn spring I am worshipped with roses, in autumn with apples, in summer with corn-wreaths, but winter is one horrid pestilence for me. For I fear the cold, and am apprehensive lest I, a wooden god, should in that season afford a fire for ignorant yokels.\n[1. For lack of the stolen wood, his master would burn the image of Priapus.]","title":"86. Roses in spring in the autumn fruits and in summer they bring me","type":"page"}