Parentalia XXIX. — Aemilia Melania, my Sister

Though I scarce knew you, Aemilia, my sister, receive this lament which my sad strains owe to your ashes. When we were infants almost of one age we shared one cradle, though you were the elder by one year. But Lachesis, too jealous, hurried on your final hour and sent you to the shades — an untimely death. Since, therefore, you are gone before me, take my farewell and do honour to our parents' shades — his who in riper, and hers who in earlier years is come to rejoin you.