Ye held me aloft
And frowned on sin!
But I was awake
In your clasp as I lay;
I roused the snake
From its nest of clay;
And ere ye knew
Thad sunk my forehead
‘Through and through;
Harsh and horrid
‘Through all the pleasure
Of rose and vine
I thrust my treasure,
The cone of the pine.
Irru’s maid
‘Was easily sated,
For she was afraid
When Irru mated!
Crassus.
Ha! Hal Hal Ha! Ha! Ha!
Auta.
‘You would not laugh
Were you the maid!
Crassus,
How could I be?
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