Hoc sunt condita, quo Paris, sepulchro.
Whoe’er thou art, O traveller, stay!
Mark what proud tomb adorns the way.
The town’s delight, the wit of Nile,
Art, grace, mirth, pleasure, sport and smile:
The honour of the Roman stage,
The grief and sorrow of the age:
All Venuses and Loves lie here
Buried in Paris’ sepulchre.