EPITAPH ON EROTION

Martial. Book X, lxi

Underneath this greedy stone,
Lies little sweet Erotion;[⁴]
Whom the Fates, with hearts as cold,
Nipp'd away at six years old.
Thou, whoever thou mayst be,
That hast this small field after me,
Let the yearly rites be paid
To her little slender shade;
So shall no disease or jar
Hurt thy house, or chill thy Lar;
But this tomb be here alone
The only melancholy stone. —Leigh Hunt

[NON AMO TE]

Martial. I, 32

Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare:
Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te.[⁵]