Casta suo gladium cum traderet Arria Pæto
Quem de visceribus traxerat ipsa suis,
Si qua fides, vulnus, quod feci, non dolet, inquit;
Sed quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Pæte, dolet.
When Arria to her Pætus gave the steel,
Which from her bleeding side did newly part;
“From my own stroke,” she said, “no pain I feel,
But, ah! thy wound will stab me to the heart.”
Dum nos blanda tenent jucundi stagna Lucrini
Et quæ pumiceis fontibus antra calent,