Thaïs' Metamorphose

In Briareus hudge
Thaïs wish'd shee might change
Her man, and pray'd him herefore not to grudge,
Nor fondly thinke it strange:
For if, said shee, I might the parts dispose,
I wish you not an hundreth armes nor hands,
But hundreth things like those
With which Priapus in our garden stands.
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