Book X, Epigram 38 (Ker)

Oh, those fifteen years, rapturous to you, Calenus, those wedded years which, along with your Sulpicia, the god accorded and accomplished! O nights and hours, each marked with the precious pebbles of India's shore! Oh, what conflicts of endearments, what rivalry of love between you did your happy couch witness, and the lamp o'ersated with showers of Nicerotian perfume! You have lived, O Calenus, three lustres: this is all the life you sum, and you count your married days alone. Of them should Atropos - restore you even one long asked for, you would choose it rather than four spans of Pylian old age