the context is the final line Martial 5.34 if anyone’s wondering:
To you, father Fronto and mother Flacilla, this girl
I commend: she was my sweet and my delight.
Little Erotion must not be frightened by the dark shades
and the monstrous mouths of Tartarus’ hound.
She was due to complete the chills of a sixth midwinter, no more,
Had she not lived that many days too few.
Now let her frisk and play among old friends
Now let her chatter, and so lisp my name.
And let the soft turf cover her brittle bones:
Earth, lie lightly on her: she lay lightly on you.















