Petronius
Gaius Petronius Arbiter (/pɪˈtroʊniəs/; c. 27 – 66 AD) was a Roman courtier during the reign of Nero. He is generally believed to be the author of the Satyricon, a satirical novel believed to have been written during the Neronian era.
Life
Tacitus, Plutarch and Pliny the Elder describe Petronius as the elegantiae arbiter (also phrased arbiter elegantiarum), "judge of elegance" in the court of the emperor Nero. He served as consul in 62 AD. Later, he became a member of the senatorial class who devoted themselves to a life of pleasure. His relationship to Nero was apparently akin to that of a fashion advisor. Tacitus gives this account of Petronius in his historical work the Annals (XVI.18):
None of the ancient sources give any further detail about his life, or mention that he was a writer. However, a medieval manuscript written around 1450 of the Satyricon credited a "Titus Petronius" as the author of the original work. Traditionally, this reference is linked with Petronius Arbiter, since the novel appears to have been written or at least set during his lifetime. The link, however, remains speculative and disputed.
Petronius (centurion)
In the non-canonical Gospel of Peter, Petronius is the centurion who is ordered by Pontius Pilate to guard the tomb of Jesus (Gos. Peter 8).
See also
Petronius (disambiguation)
Petronius is a Roman nomen shared by several notables:
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While Heaven Cried
by: BitternessI won't cry a single tear
As autumn rain begins to fall
I remember, hear her voice
Through heavenly meadows we tried to run
As if we could touch the sky
Times are changing and so did we
Our love was never meant to be
She laid her body next to mine
It felt no pain, it takes no life
As she buried the shining blade
Her body trembles by it's touch
Sparkling love it gives to her
And while heaven cried... she died
Ohh i loved her... but now she's gone
The rain reminds me of the only one
Her breath still creeping on my neck