The stone retain’d no sacred memory.)
Respect you not great Hector’s tomb, quoth he!
—O great and sacred work of poesy,
That free’st from fate, and giv’st eternity
To mortal wights! But, Cæsar, envy not
Their living names, if Roman Muses aught
May promise thee, while Homer’s honoured
By future times, shall thou, and I, be read:
No age shall us with darke oblivion staine,
But our Pharsalia ever shall remain.