Iases here I lie. To whom this proud br City for youth and beauty gave much fame. br The learned wise admired me, and the crowd br Of simpletons. From both I had the same br br Joy. But the Hermes and Narcissus fashion br Wasted and killed me. Traveller, you will not blame, br If Alexandrian. You know the passion br Of our life here, the pleasure and the flame.br br Constantine P.