Book X, Epigram 97: De Numa

While they the Funeral charge prepare
Which in the paper piles placed are,
And Numa's weeping wife now buyes
Sweet perfumes for his Obsequies,
His Grave and Beere being ready made,
And one to wash his body dead,
And me left Heire by his own Pen,
Pox on him! he grew well agen.