Book VI, Epigram 85: In mortem Rufi Camonii

In th' absence (Rufus) my sixth Booke is out,
But thou her Reader she doth sadly doubt,
Base Capadocia by a fate unjust
Gives to thy friends thy bones, to thee thy dust.
Widdowd Bononia bathe friend in tears,
While that Aemilia thy griefs eccho beares,
How Pious? but how short lived did he fall?
Five bare Olimpiads he had seen in all.
Rufus thou that wast wont to bear in minde
Out sports, and them in memory to finde
Accept this sad verse which I send,
As the sweet incense of thy absent friend.