Horace Ode 3.30

I have completed a monument more enduring than bronze and higher than the royal site of the Pyramids, which not devouring rain, not the wild north wind can destroy or the uncountable succession of the years and the flight of seasons. I will not wholly die, and a great part of me will avoid Libitina: I will grow fresh with following praise while the priest climbs the Capitoline with the silent maiden. Where violent Aufidus roars and where Daunus, poor in (lit. of) water, ruled the rustic peoples, I will be called, powerful from humble, first to have lead Aeolian song to Italian measures. Take the pride sought with merits and willingly ring my crown with Delphic laurel, Melpomene.