Translation Of The Epitaph On Virgil And Tibullus, By Domitius Marsus
He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd,
And he who struck the softer lyre of Love,
By d**h's unequal[1] hand alike controul'd,
Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!
[Footnote: 1. The hand of d**h is said to be unjust or unequal, as
Virgil was considerably older than Tibullus at his decease.]