Gott. Now here’s a riddle, and I wait the answer.
But yesterday thou wast a hooded monk,
A pale, cold, stern, and sour Dominican;
A human tombstone, sculptured by thyself,
In honour of thy dead and buried follies.
To-day I find the tombstone taken down,
And all the follies risen from the dead!
Meph. He was misled—his follies cheated him.
Believing they were dead, to all intent,
In decency he raised a monument;