Nor Fire, nor Sword, shall raze, nor eating Age,
Come when it will, my Death's uncertain hour
Which only of my Body hath a power;
Yet shall my better Part transcend the Sky,
And my immortal Name shall never dy:
For wherefoe're the Roman Eagles spread
Their conquering Wings, I shall of all be read.
And if we Prophets truly can divine,
I in my living Fame shall ever shine.
With the same Confidence of Immortality, the Renowned Poet Horace thus concludes the Third Book of his Lyrick Poesie.