_Lasting Fame. Iii-30_

A monument outlasting brass I have builded, Higher than pyramids in their crumbling glory, That no devouring storm, nor futile North wind Can overthrow, nor years in long succession, Nor fleeting seasons. I shall not wholly perish. In great part I'll escape the funeral pyre; And lately praised, my praise will go on growing To latest years. As long as Priest and Vestal Ascend the Capitol, I shall be mentioned Where Aufidus fierce rages, and where Daunus A rustic race rules in an arid country. Great, though of humble birth, I the first poet To write in Latin rhythms Æolian lyrics, Take pride, Melpomene, in well-earned merits, And crown me willingly with Delphic laurel.