I shall not wholly die: large residue
Shall ’scape the queen of funerals. Ever new
My after-fame shall grow, while pontiffs climb
With silent maids the Capitolian height.
‘Born,’ men will say, ‘where Aufidus is loud,
Where Daunus, scant of streams, beneath him bowed
The rustic tribes, from dimness he waxed bright,
First of his race to wed the Æolian lay
To notes of Italy.’ Put glory on,
My own Melpomene, by genius won,