sed mortalis honos, agilis quem dextra laborat: nos tibi, laudati iuvenis rarissima coniunx, longa nec obscurum finem latura perenni temptamus dare iusta lyra, modo dexter Apollo quique venit iuncto mihi semper Apolline Caesar annuat; haud alio melius condere sepulchro.
But beauty created by toil of cunning hand is mortal. Whereas I, rarest lady of applauded spouse, essay with timeless lyre to give you obsequies that last long nor end in oblivion, only let Apollo be propitious and Caesar, who ever comes to me in Apollos company, nod assent. In no other tomb will you be better laid to rest.
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