I have created a monument more lasting than bronze,
And higher than the royal site of the pyramids
Which neither harsh rains nor the wild north wind
Can erode, nor the countless succession of years
And the flight of the seasons.
I will not entirely die! and a large part of me will avoid the grave.
Constantly renewed, I will grow in the eyes of posterity.
Horace. Odes, Bk III, xx