Parentalia XVI. — Veria Liceria, Wife of Arborius, my Sister's Son

You also, Veria — whether I think of you as my nephew's wife or as my daughter — take the last tribute of my verse. If your uprightness, beauty, faithfulness as a duteous wife, and skill in spinning wool were to be praised here, then should we have to summon from far back and from the inmost place of souls, the voice of Eusebius your great-grandfather. But since he is dead and buried long ago, and has bequeathed to me the task of speaking in his stead, receive these sad complaints, lamented daughter, whom, as the wife of my Arborius, I must not leave unsung. To him you leave behind your children, small comforts to assuage o'ermastering grief, and thereby increase his pain the more. But that the tender thoughts of your loved husband may not fail you, the tomb, now your abode, is built hard by your bridal chamber. And where the glad marriage-song first was raised, there stands your mournful sepulchre. So may we say that you are wedded rather than buried here.