[Set off] to the world, nor in broad rumor lies, 80
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;
As he pronounces lastly on each deed,
Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.”
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[Smooth-sliding Mincius], crowned with vocal reeds,
That strain I heard was of a higher mood.