| The Penis | |
| By God penis, you must be guarded | |
| with eye and hand | |
| because of this lawsuit, straight-headed pole, | |
| 4 | more carefully than ever now. |
| Cunt's net-quill, because of complaint | |
| a bridle must be put on your snout | |
| to keep you in check so that you are not indicted | |
| 8 | again, take heed [you] despair of minstrels. |
| To me you are the vilest of rolling pins, | |
| scrotum's horn, do not rise up or wave about, | |
| gift to the noble ladies of Christendom, | |
| 12 | nut-pole of the lap's cavity, |
| snare shape, gander | |
| sleeping in its yearling plumage, | |
| neck with a wet head and milk-giving shaft, | |
| 16 | tip of a growing shoot, stop your awkward jerking, |
| crooked blunt one, accursed pole, | |
| centre pillar of a girl's two halves, | |
| head of a stiff conger-eel with a hole in it, | |
| 20 | blunt barrier like a fresh hazel-pole. |
| You are longer than a big man's thigh, | |
| a long night's roaming, chisel of a hundred nights, | |
| auger like a post's shaft, | |
| 24 | leather-headed one who is called 'tail'. |
| You are a crowbar which causes lust, | |
| the bolt of the lid of a girl's bare arse. | |
| There's a tube in your head, | |
| 28 | a whistle for fucking every day. |
| There's an eye in your pate | |
| which finds every woman fair. | |
| Rounded pestle, extending gun, | |
| 32 | it is a purgatorial fire for a small cunt, |
| thatching-stick of girls' laps, | |
| the swift growth is the clapper of a bell, | |
| blunt pod, it dug a family, | |
| 36 | snare of skin, nostril with a crop of two testicles. |
| You are a trouserful of wantonness, | |
| your neck is leather, image of a goose's neckbone, | |
| completely deceitful disposition, pod of lewdness, | |
| 40 | door-nail which causes a lawsuit and trouble. |
| Consider that there is a writ and an indictment, | |
| bow your head, stick for planting children. | |
| It's difficult to keep you under control, | |
| 44 | miserable thrust, you are woeful indeed! |
| Your master is frequently rebuked, | |
| the rottenness through your head is obvious. | |