And both contend which reap'd the greater bliss.Thus Delia spoke (when sighs no more could last)Renewing by remembrance pleasures past;"When youth with vigour did for joy combine,I was Tibullus' life, Tibullus mine;1 entertained his hot, his first desire,And kept alive, till age, his active fire."To her then Nemesis (when groans gave leave)"As I alone was lov'd, alone I'll grieve;Spare your vain tears, Tibullus' heart was mine,About my neck his dying arms did twine:I snatch'd his soul, which true to me did prove;Age ended yours, death only stopp'd my love."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)