Et in Arcadia Ego – I was in Paradise

I courted a princess of Egypt,

Coiling her tresses over her breasts,

Kissing her black and crimson parts.

Could I but utter like trumpets

I could not tell her beauty

As velvet as dolphin dancing.

In that strange Territory

I trod like a tiger

None could outdo me.

Recalled to the Republic

I found I was forgotten

My properties impounded

My name erased from monuments.

I was left with little treasure

A necklace of Nubian Ivory

Which I send to rest, on your warm breast,

And remind you of Mark Anthony.