Parentalia XIV. — Valerius Latinus Euromius, my Son-in-Law

O glory of an illustrious race, O untimely death to me, Euromius, my son-in-law chosen from the company of youths, you perished snatched from me in the very bloom of early youth, a father scarce fully recognized by your son at his mother's breast. You, the scion of noble ancestors, surpassed even them from whom you traced your glorious descent, in features comely, gifted in mind, eloquent, active in all vigorous pursuits, and eminent in honour. This the prefect's seat, this the Illyrian shore learned when you were governor, and the Treasury itself whose advocate you were. Yet life's short span has robbed you of naught of your praise: ripe were your powers, untimely your end.