The work is finish’d, which nor dreads the rage + 

Of tempests, fire, or war, or wasting age; + 

Come, soon or late, death’s undetermined day, + 

This mortal being only can decay; + 

My nobler part, my fame, shall reach the skies, + 

And to late times with blooming honours rise: + 

Whate’er the unbounded Roman power obeys, + 

All climes and nations shall record thy praise: + 

If ’tis allow’d to poets to divine. + 

One half of round eternity is mine. + 