Tibullus

Only one poet in the worst of days
Disdain'd the usurper in his pride to praise.
Ah, Delia ! was it wantonness or whim
That made thee, once so tender, false to him ?
To him who followed over snows and seas
Messala storming the proud Pyrenees.
But Nemesis avenged him, and the tear
Of Rome's last poet fell upon his bier.