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VIII.

[Whoe'er thou art, that to this tomb draw nigh]

Whoe'er thou art, that to this tomb draw nigh,
Know, here interr'd the son and sire I lie
Of a Callimachus: illustrious name,
By each ennobled, and renown'd in fame:
The sire was glorious 'midst the warlike throng,
The son superior to all envy sung:
Nor is it strange, for whom the Nine behold,
When young with favour, they regard when old.