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primum opifex, altus prosator
ad terram et cunctipotentem sine
ullo pudore nec venia
suscepto pluviali atque
discinctis perizomatis
natibus nudis uti nati fuissent
sese adpropinquans
flens et gemens
in manum suam evacuavit
postea animale nigro exoneratus
classicum pulsans
stercus proprium quod appellavit
deiectiones suas
in vas olim honorabile
tristitiae posuit eodem sub
invocatione fratrorum geminorum
Medardi et Godardi laete
ac melliflue minxit
psalmum qui incipit:
Lingua mea calamus
scribae velociter
scribentis: magna voce
cantitas demum ex stercore
turpi cum divi Orionis
iucunditate mixto cocto
frigorique exposito
encaustum sibi fecit
indelibile
[First the artist, the eminent writer, without any shame or apology, pulled up his raincoat & undid his trousers & then drew himself close to the lifegiving & allpowerful earth, with his buttocks bare as they were born. Weeping & groaning he relieved himself into his own hands. Then, unburdened of the black beast & sounding a trumpet, he put his own dung which he called his "downcastings" into an urn once used as an honoured mark of mourning. With an invocation to the twin brethren Medard & Godard he then passed water into it happily & mellifluously, while chanting in a loud voice the psalm which begins " My tongue is the pen of a scribe writing swiftly". Finally, from the foul dung mixed, as I have aid, with the "sweetness of Orion" & baked & then exposed to the cold, he made himself an indelible ink.]