72. An thou pluck of this orchard fruit to my guarding committed
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Priapus
Si commissa meae carpes pomaria curae,
dulcia quid doleam perdere, doctus eris.
An thou pluck of this orchard fruit to my guarding committed,
How for losing the sweets grieve I thou quickly shalt learn.
If thou pilferest the orchards entrusted to my care, that I grieve to lose pleasurable things thou wilt be taught.[1]