63. To Caerellia
A LAS , poor mother, as you made your way
Across from Bauli to fair Baiae's bay
A tempest whelmed you 'neath the frenzied sea,
Which lost that day its name for piety.
Fierce Nero bade these waves his mother drown,
They loathed such guilt, nor feared the tyrant's frown.
Across from Bauli to fair Baiae's bay
A tempest whelmed you 'neath the frenzied sea,
Which lost that day its name for piety.
Fierce Nero bade these waves his mother drown,
They loathed such guilt, nor feared the tyrant's frown.
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