Desine de quoquam quicquam bene velle mereri, Aut aliquem fieri posse putare pium. - Catullus

Si quicquam cupido optantique optigit umquam
insperanti, hoc est gratum animo proprie.

What a woman says to her ardent lover should be written in wind and running water.

Wandering through many countries and over many seas I come, my brother, to these sorrowful obsequies, to present you with the last guerdon of death, and speak, though in vain, to your silent ashes, since fortune has taken your own self away from me—alas, my brother, so cruelly torn from me! Yet now meanwhile take these offerings, which by the custom of our fathers have been handed down—a sorrowful tribute—for a funeral sacrifice; take them, wet with many tears of a brother, and for ever, my brother, hail and farewell!