Epitaph

ir, you shall notice me: I am the Man; I am Good Fortune: I am satisfied. All I desired, more than I could desire, I have: everything has gone right with me. Life was a hiding-place that played me false; I croucht ashamed, and still was seen and scorned: But now I am not seen. I was a fool, And now I know what wisdom dare not know: For I know Nothing. I was a slave, and now I have ungoverned freedom and the wealth That cannot be conceived: for I have Nothing. I lookt for beauty and I longed for rest, And now I have perfection: nay, I am perfection: I am nothing, I am dead.