The ivy creeps amid your victor bays
Ecl. viii. 13.
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Future ages shall tell of
these things more fully; to-day his glory as a poet
is dimmed by the splendour of his other virtues.
But you will forgive us, Caesar, who worship at the
shrine of literature, if we refuse to pass by your
achievements in silence and insist on testifying at
least that, as Virgil sings,
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