Prosie: from Urquhart's Rabelais

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Excerpt from chapter XI of Book 1 of Sir Thomas Urquhart's 1653 translation of Gargantua and Pantagruel:

This little Lecher was alwayes groping his Nurses and Governesses, upside down, arsiversie, topsiturvie, harri-bourriquet, with a Yacco haick, hyck gio, handling them very rudely in jumbling and tumbling them to keep them going; for he had already begun to exercise the tooles, and put his Codpiece in practice; which Codpiece or Braguette, his Governesses did every day deck up and adorn with faire nosegays, curious rubies, sweet flowers, and fine silken tufts, and very pleasantly would passe their time, in taking you know what between their fingers, and dandling it, till it did revive and creep up to the bulk and stiffenesse of a suppository, or streat magdaleon, which is a hard rowled up salve spread upon leather. Then did they burst out in laughing, when they saw it lift up its eares, as if the sport had liked them; one of them would call it her little dille, her staffe of love, her quillety, her faucetin, her dandilollie: Another, her peen, her jolly kyle, her bableret, her membretoon, her quickset Imp: Another again, her branch of coral, her female adamant, her placket-racket, her cyprian sceptre, her jewel for Ladies: and some of the other women would give it these names, my bunguetee, my stopple too, my busherusher, my gallant wimble, my pretty boarer, my coney-borrow ferret, my little piercer, my augretine, my dangling hangers, down right to it, stiffe and stout, in & to, my pusher, dresser, pouting stick, my hony pipe, my pretty pillicock, linkie pinkie, futilletie, my lustie andouille, and crimson chitterlin, my little couille bredouille, my pretty rogue, and so forth: It belongs to me, said one: it is mine, said the other: What, quoth a third, shall I have no share in it? by my faith, I will cut it then. Ha, to cut it, (said the other,) would hurt him; Madam, do you cut little childrens things? were his cut off, he would be then Monsieur sans queue, the curtail'd Master. And that he might play and sport himself after the manner of the other little children of the countrey, they made him a faire weather whirljack, of the wings of the windmill of Myrebalais.