Horace - Ode 3.30 lyrics

I've raised a monument to outlast bronze, Whose heights no dynast's pyramid can exceed, Which neither North Wind's bluster nor the gnaw Of rain, nor countless years in slow stampede, Nor flight of eras can level to the ground. I'll not all die. Much of me will thrive long Past Queen Funeria's reach. I in renown Of latter days shall grow ever fresh and young. While yet the pontiff with the quiet virgin Ascends to the Temple of Jove on that great hill, I, born where the Aufidus river in violence surges And droughted Daunus ruled a wild people, will Be named: the mighty leader from low birth Who first led Greek song to Italic measure. Now, Muse, take on the pridefulness I've earned, And lay the laureate's wreathe on me with pleasure.