Book XI, Epigram 69 (Ker)

Reared among the trainers of the amphitheatre, a hunter, savage in the woods, gentle at home, I was called Lydia, most faithful to my master Dexter, who would not have prized Erigone's hound more than me, nor the one of Dicte's breed that followed Cephalus, and with him passed to the heaven of the goddess, the Bringer of Light. Not length of days nor fruitless age carried me off, as was the fate of the Dulichian hound: I was slain by the lightning tusk of a foaming boar, huge as was thine, Calydon, or, Erymanthus, thine. Yet murmur not, albeit swiftly hurried to the Nether Shades: I could not die by nobler death.