quandocumque igitur vitam me fata reposcent, et breve in exiguo marmore nomen ero, Maecenas, nostrae spes invidiosa iuventae, et vitae et morti gloria iusta meae, si te forte meo ducet via proxima busto, esseda caelatis siste Britanna iugis, taliaque illacrimans mutae iace verba favillae: huic misero fatum dura puella fuit.
When, therefore, fate claims back from me my life, and I become a brief name on a tiny marble slab, then, Maecenas, hope and envy of Roman youth, my rightful pride in life and in death, should your travels chance to bring you close to my tomb, halt your British chariot with its figured harness, and, shedding a tear, pay this tribute to my silent embers: An unrelenting girl was the death of this poor man!
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