Book VI, Epigram 85 (Ker)

Lo! my sixth book goes forth without thee, Camonius Rufus, and does not hope, my friend, that thou wilt read it. The Cappadocian land, unholy and with baleful omen visited by thee, gives back to thy sire thy ashes and thy bones. Pour forth thy tears, Bononia, widowed of thy Rufus! and let lamentation be loud o'er all Aemilia! Alas, what filial love! alas, what brief a life has perished! it had seen but the fifth prize bestowed by Alpheus. Thou, who with unforgetful heart wert wont to quote my casual lays, thou, Rufus, wont to recall whole epigrams, receive, with his tears, thy sorrowing friend's brief song, and deem these lines incense shed upon thee from afar!