He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd,
And he who struck the softer lyre of Love,
By Death's _unequal_hand alike controul'd,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!
Translation of the Epitaph on Virgil and Tibullus, by Domitius Marsus
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