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ON AN INFANT by LUCIAN

First Line: BEWAIL NOT MUCH, MY PARENTS! ME, THE PREY
Last Line: NOT MANY JOYS, MY GRIEFS WERE ALSO FEW.
Subject(s): BABIES; INFANTS;
BEWAIL not much, my parents! me, the prey
Of ruthless Hades, and sepulchred here.
An infant, in my fifth scarce finished year,
He found all sportive, innocent, and gay,
Your young Callimachus; and if I knew
Not many joys, my griefs were also few.



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