Thus Englished by the incomparable Mr. _Sandys_.

_And now the Work is ended, which_ Jove's _Rage,_
_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.

_Exegi Monumentum ære perennius._
_Regalique situ, &c_.

_A Monument than Brass more lasting, I,
Than Princely Pyramids in site more high
Have finished, which neither fretting Showrs,
Nor blustring Winds, nor flight of Years, and Hours,
Though numberless, can raze; I shall not die
Wholly; nor shall my best part buried lie
Within my Grave_.

And _Martial_, Lib. 10. Ep. 2. thus speaks of his Writings;

----_My Books are read in every place,