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<p>Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms—<br/>
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As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots:<br/>
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Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime,<br/>
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Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today.<br/>
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You, stand here at my side, good Priapus—albeit from thieves I've<br/>
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Nothing to fear. Freely pluck, whosoever would eat.<br/>
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—Hypocrites, those are the ones! If weakened with shame and bad conscience<br/>
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One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden,<br/>
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Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts,<br/>
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Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.<br/></p>
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