8.89
On the same
‘My old age lingered long upon the earth;
While in your father’s place you have this stone,
Dearest of all my sons, Caesarius.
What kind of law is this? What kind of right?
Lord of Mankind, how could you nod at this?
I cry for life too long, and death too soon.’
8.90
On the same
‘I cannot, no, I cannot love this gift,
The tomb that was your sole inheritance
From all of our estate, Caesarius;
The stone that pierced your aged parents through.
Malicious Envy willed it to be so.
I cry for life made longer still by pain.’
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