quin etiam mea tunc tumulus cum texerit ossa, seu matura dies celerem properat mihi mortem, longa manet seu vita, tamen, mutata figura seu me finget equum rigidos percurrere campos doctum seu tardi pecoris sim gloria taurus sive ego per liquidum volucris vehar aera pennis, quandocumque hominem me longa receperit aetas, inceptis de te subtexam carmina chartis.
Nay, more even then when the grave has covered my bones, whether the appointed day haste betimes to bring me a speedy end or a long life awaits me, whether a change of shape shall make me a horse that is trained to scour the unyielding plains or I am a bull, the pride of the slow herd, or a bird, borne on wings through the flowing air, none the less, when lapse of ages receives me back among mankind, will I weave verse to append to the pages I had begun to write on thee.
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