Book XII, Epigram 52 (Ker)

He who was wont to bind his temples with the Muses' crown, whose eloquence was no less famed among dismayed defendants, here, here he lies, Sempronia, who was once thy own Rufus, whose very ashes glow with love for thee. Sweetly mid Elysian fields is thy story told, and dazed is even Tyndarus' daughter i at thy ravishment; thy fame is the happier, for, quitting thy ravisher, thou didst return; she, even when sought again, would not join her spouse. Menelaus - listens to a Trojan love-tale and smiles: the story of your rape makes Phrygian Paris guiltless. When the joyous abodes of pious souls shall some day receive thee, no shade more famed will dwell in the house of Styx; Proserpina looks not strangely on the ravished, but loves them: that love thou hast shown shall win thy Queen's good-will.