si quis tamen haec quoque, si quis captus amore leget, te nostrae, Vare, myricae, te nemus omne canet; nec Phoebo gratior ulla est quam sibi quae Vari praescripsit pagina nomen.
Still, even if there are any readers who are won over by their love for the theme, it is of you, Varus, that our tamarisks will sing, and of you, all our groves. To Phoebus, no page is more welcome than the one which bears on its front the name of Varus.