Book I, Elegy 22

Tullus, thou askest ever in our friendship's name, what is my rank, whence my descent, and where my home. If thou knowest our country's graves at Perusia, the scene of death in the dark hours of Italy, when civil discord maddened the citizens of Rome (hence, dust of Tuscany, art thou my bitterest sorrow, for thou hast borne the limbs of my comrade that were cast out unburied, thou shroudest his ill-starred corpse with never a dole of earth) know then that where Umbria, rich in fertile lands, joins the wide plain that lies below, there was I born.