Parentalia XV. — Pomponius Maximus, my Brother-in-Law

You also, not akin to me in blood yet like a brother — you, Maximus, now dead, shall be sung by my dirge. For you were wedded to my sister, only to leave her widowed in the harvest-season of your life. Not your home alone felt this pang: the stricken Senate of Bordeaux — alas! — felt this untimely chance, flourishing while you were its chief, declining as your strength failed, and at your death falling into the power of Valentinus. Alas, my Maximus, why were you reft from us, and from the joy of children and grandchildren, the flower and fruit of your race? And yet you do have joy of these, if any share of presage dwells among the shades, and if it is granted them to know of those delights which one day are to be. Longer also this enjoyment of delights is held to be — to have foreseen awhile that which you now partake.