Book 3, Ode XXX23 BC
I have achieved a monument more lasting
than bronze, and loftier than the pyramids of
which neither gnawing rain nor blustering wind
may destroy, nor innumerable series of years,
nor the passage of ages. I shall not wholly die,
a large part of me will escape Libitina:
while pontiff and vestal shall climb the Capitol
I shall be renewed and flourish in further praise.
Where churning Aufidus resounds, where
poor in water governed his rustic people,
I shall be spoken of as one who was princely
though of humble birth, the first to have brought
Greek song into Latin numbers. Take hard-won
In your success, Melpomene, and willingly
wreathe my hair with Apollo’s laurel.