Book V, Epigram 34 (Ker)

To thee, father Pronto, to thee, mother Flacilla, I commend this maid, my sweetheart and my darling, that tiny Erotion may not shudder at the dark shades and the Tartarean hound's stupendous jaws. She would have completed only her sixth cold winter had she not lived as many days too few. Beside protectors so aged let her lightly play, and prattle my name with lisping tongue. And let not hard clods cover her tender bones, nor be thou heavy upon her, O earth: she was not so to thee!