20. Wealth is my loss! Do thou vouchsafe lend aid to my prayer,
Copia me perdit: tu suffragare rogatus
indicio nec me prode, Priape, tuo,
quaeque tibi posui tamquam vernacula poma,
de sacra nulli dixeris esse via.
Wealth is my loss! Do thou vouchsafe lend aid to my prayer,
Nor, by thy signal shown, me, O Priapus, betray:
Whatso before thee I laid, of home-grown apples the firstlings,
(Prithee, be pleased not to tell!) from Via Sacra be ta'en.
All my wealth have I lost; be propitious when I ask thee, nor betray me, Priapus, by word or deed. Tell it to none, that these home-grown apples, which I have placed on thy altar, are from the Sacred Way.[1]