For the souls departed. For the sweet Geminia Agathe Mater. My name was Mater, but I was never destined to become a mother. In fact I do not deny having lived only five years, seven months and 22 days. During the time that I lived, I enjoyed myself and I was loved by everyone. In fact, believe me, I had the face of a little boy, not of a girl; as only those who generated me knew Agathe, of gentle temperament, of pleasing and noble appearance, with red hair, short on top and long behind. Now all of you offer me nice drinks and pray that the earth does not weigh heavily upon my remains. Do not despair too much about the remains of my little body, Faventius, who raised me more than my parents and who loved only me. In fact, I have a mother and a father who preceded me some time ago and never grieved over my destiny. I also have a sister by my mother Amoena, who is saddened by my death. Please, everyone comfort my family, reminding them of the pleasant life that I lived, reciting prayers so that their pain does not increase and their sadness does not exceed the limits. You who read, if you wish to know my whole name will know Geminia Agathe, which premature death stole and brought at a tender age to Tartarus. This is all, more cannot happen: this is foreseen for us.