Gustave Flaubert, whose honoured rôle <br />Was to be scribe to Nero's soul, <br />And make French flesh to creep and crow <br />O'er Carthaginian Salammbô, <br />Lies here—in body, as in the brain, <br />Like Morgue-corpse tumid from the Seine. <br />What shall be writ above his grave? <br />Vitellius', Nero's dying stave? <br />“Fui Imperator,” shall it flow, <br />Or “Qualis artifex pereo.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dis-manibus/
