Book VII, Epigram 95: Epitaphium Wrbici Pueri

My Parents grief I here lye in this Tombe,
Who had my birth and name from mighty Rome:
Six months I wanted of three years to mee,
When my life's thred was cut by destinie.
What favour shall age, tongue, or beauty have?
Thou that readst this shed some teares on my grave.
So he that thou wouldst have thy self survive,
Shall longer then decrepit Nestor live.