He who sublime in epic numbers roll'd, <br />And he who struck the softer lyre of love, <br />By Death's unequal hand alike controll'd, <br />Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/translation-of-the-epitaph-on-virgil-and-tibullus-by-domitius-marsus/
