ON THE BURIAL OF HIS BROTHER.Faring thro' many a folk and plowing many a sea-plainThese sad funeral-rites (Brother!) to deal thee I come,So wi' the latest boons to the dead bestowed I may gift thee,And I may vainly address ashes that answer have none,Sithence of thee, very thee, to deprive me Fortune behested,Woe for thee, Brother forlore! Cruelly severed fro' me.Yet in the meanwhile now what olden usage of forbearsBrings as the boons that befit mournfullest funeral rites,Thine be these gifts which flow with tear-flood shed by thy brother,And, for ever and aye (Brother!) all hail and farewell.

TO CORNELIUS.If by confiding friend aught e'er be trusted in silence,Unto a man whose mind known is for worthiest trust,Me shalt thou find no less than such to secrecy oath-bound,(Cornelius!) and now hold me an Harpocrates.

TO SILO.Or, d'ye hear, refund those ten sestertia (Silo!)Then be thou e'en at thy will surly and savage o' mood:Or, an thou love o'er-well those moneys, prithee no longer