Book VI, Epigram 28: Epitaphium Glauciae

The free born Boy of Melior
Which being dead, whole Rome mournd for,
His dearest Patron's short delight,
(Glaucias) interr'd in endlesse night
Under this marble Tombe doth ly,
The great Flaminian road hard by,
Of modest life, and purely chast
Accutely witty, and sweet faced,
Just twice six Harvests he passd by
Scarcely disroab'd of infancy,
O Traveller that these dost moan
Mayst thou nere weep such of thine own!