You are now, traveller, what I once was, talked of throughout the world; and what I am now you will one day become. I pursued worldly pleasures with a futile passion, and here I am now dust and ashes, food for worms. For this reason remember to look after the soul and not your body, for one lasts, the other perishes. Why build up your estates? You see in what a cramped tomb I am here held at rest: thus small will be your own.