63. On a Matron's Grave

Great is mine honour, tho' my tomb be small;
No marble pile, no pyramid you see.
Twice I beheld Tarentum's festival,
And lived a long life through from sorrow free;
Five sons, five daughters, Juno granted me,
And all survived to hear my latest breath.
High glory seldom won I gained—for he
I loved was mine, I his alone till death.
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Martial
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