Book VI, Epigram 68 (Ker)

Weep for your crime, aye, weep o'er all the Lucrine lake, ye Naiads, and let even Thetis hear the sound of your lament! For the boy is dead, snatched away amid the waves of Baiae, that Eutychos, thy sweet companion, Castricus. He to thee was partner in thy studies, and thy soothing solace, he was the darling, he the Alexis of our bard. Did some wanton nymph see thy nakedness under the glassy waves, and give back Hylas to Alcides? or does the goddess, won by the embrace of a soft spouse, now slight womanly Hermaphroditus? Whate'er it be, whate'er the cause of a rape so sudden, let earth, I pray, and wave, be gentle to thee!