96. On a Child's Grave -

Shed a tear and so pass by
Here a little child doth lie,
Roman both by birth and name.
Who to death too early came.
Baby face and baby prattle
Could not save him in that battle.
Cruel Fate cut short his thread:
Little Urbicus lies dead.
May thy children happier be,
And live on surviving thee.
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Martial
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