TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS, BY DOMITIUS MARSUS.

  He who, sublime, in epic numbers roll’d,
  And he who struck the softer lyre of Love,
  By Death’s unequal[1] hand alike controul’d,
  Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!

[Footnote:  1.  The hand of Death is said to be unjust or unequal, as Virgil was considerably older than Tibullus at his decease.]