The Popilii Laenates was the name of an ancient Roman Plebs family, who lived during the era of the Roman Republic. The Popilii were known for their cruel and arrogant nature. The gens name Popilii is of Etruscan origin.
Popillia, Poppilia or Poppillia was the name given to the women of the Popilius Laenas family. During the Roman Republic, there were two women with the name Poppilia.
Poppilia, wife of Lucius Julius Caesar II. Their children were Lucius Julius Caesar III (consul of 90 BC and later senator) and a Gaius Julius Caesar Strabo Vopiscus (a humble orator). Strabo Vopiscus might have had a twin brother. She was the paternal grandmother to the consul Lucius Julius Caesar IV and Julia Antonia (mother to Roman Triumvir Mark Antony). Poppilia died in December 110 BC.
Poppilia, wife of consul and Roman statesman Quintus Lutatius Catulus. They had a younger Quintus Lutatius Catulus (Capitolinus) (120 BC - 61 BC) who would become the consul in 78 BC, become an ally to Roman general Pompey and would dislike Julius Caesar. This Poppilia died after her husband in 87 BC. According to Cicero (de. Orat. ii. 11.) she was the first Roman woman to receive a funeral eulogy over her grave. The eulogy was given by her son and this was, at the time, the highest honor given to a woman in Rome.
Nicholas:
She never really had a chance
On that fateful moonlit night
Sacrificed without a fight
A victim of her circumstance
Now that Ive become aware
And Ive exposed this tragedy
A sadness grows inside of me
It all seems so unfair
Im learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
Just beyond the churchyard gates
Where the grass is overgrown
I saw the writing on her stone
I felt like I would suffocate
Inloving memory of our child
So innocent, eyes open wide
I felt so empty as I cried
Like part of me had died
Im learning all about my life
By looking through her eyes
And as her image
Wandered through my head
I wept just like a baby
As I lay awake in bed
And I know what its like
To lose someone you love
And this felt just the same
She wasnt given any choice
Desperation stole her voice
Ive been given so much more in life
Ive got a son, Ive got a wife
I had to suffer one last time
To grieve for her and say goodbye
Relive the anguish of my past
To find out who I was at last
The door has opened wide
Im turning with the tide