Here I give to be thine a fair grove, an holy, Priapus,
Where thy Lampsacus holds thee in chamber seemly, Priapus;
God, in every city, thou, most ador'd on a sea-shore
Hellespontian, eminent most of oystery sea-shores.

Rapidly the spirit in an agony fled away.

Where yon lucent mast-top, a cup of silver, arises.