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If any poor remains survive the flames,Except thin shadows, and more empty names;Free in Elysium shall Tibullus rove,Nor fear a second death should cross his love.There shall Catullus, crown'd with bays, impartTo his far dearer friend his open heart.There Gallus (if fame's hundred tongues all lie)Shall, free from censure, no more rashly die.Such shall our poet's bless'd companions be,And in their deaths, as in their lives, agree.But thou, rich urn, obey my strict commands,Guard thy great charge from sacrilegious hands.Thou, earth, Tibullus' ashes gently use,And be as soft and easy as his muse.