Catullus 101

Having been carried through many nations and through many seas I arrive at these wretched offerings to the dead, brother, to honor you with the last gift of death and to speak in vain to silent ash, since fortune has stolen you yourself from me, alas poor brother unworthily stolen from me. Now yet under these circumstances, receive these, dripping much with fraternal weeping, which have been handed down by ancient custom of our parents as a sad gift for the death rites, and forever, brother, hail and farewell.