Epigram 27: Short was my life, and Micylus my name

Short was my life, and Micylus my name;
I gain’d with little wealth a poet’s fame,
And wisely pass’d without offence my time,
Friend to the good, unconscious of a crime.
If e’er I prais’d the bad, revenge it now,
Thou mother earth, and all yé powers below ;
Lie not, O goddess, lightly on my breast,
Nor let th’ infernal furies grant me rest.