The Catacombs of Paris are not particularly ancient, unlike the Roman ones. In fact, they are a seventeenth-century repurposing of some old mines, but they are known for their creepy atmosphere, their creatively stacked bones, and their interesting inscriptions. Murray Battle of Infiltration photographed his favorite:
Fool that you are, why do you promise yourself long life, you who cannot count on a single day?
Ha stulte, quid cogitas te diu victurum, cum nullum diem habeas securum?
Although I would translate "Ha stulte" as "Hey stupid," the following translation is a bit more sober if no less correct:
Ah, foolish man, why do you plan to live long when you are not sure of living even a day?
The rest of the paragraph reads:
How many have been deceived and suddenly snatched away! How often have you heard of persons being killed by drownings, by fatal falls from high places, of persons dying at meals, at play, in fires, by the sword, in pestilence, or at the hands of robbers! Death is the end of everyone and the life of man quickly passes away like a shadow.