Book X, Epigram 101 (Ker)

If, by chance sent back from the Elysian fields, the old Gabba, fortunate in his master, Caesar, were to return, he who hears Capitolinus and Gabba in hurrying waters, does the glad renown of your bard delight you? For I am your glory and repute, and your fame, and his own Verona owes no more to elegant Catullus, and would wish me to be called no less her own son. A thirtieth summer has been added to four harvests since without me you offered to Ceres rustic cakes, while I have sojourned within the fair walls of mistress Rome; the realm of Italy has grizzled my locks. If you greet me with gentle will on my return, I come to you; if you carry churlish hearts, I can go baek.