“ In truth, I am afraid of you and your penis, hostile to boys, both good and bad. Because you let it go where it pleases, as it pleases, as much as you wish. When it is out, you are ready. This one boy I ask humbly, I feel, you exclude. For if foul thought and senseless passion drives you, wretch, to such a crime that you plan in your mind treason against me, Then you will have a miserable and ill fate. Because with feet tied together you will be run through your backdoor with radishes and mullets. ”
