Here I am not that Cleon celebrated
in Alexandria (where it is hard to astonish them)
for my magnificent houses, for the gardens,
for my hordes and for my chariots,
for the jewels and silks that I wore.
God forbid; here I am not that Cleon;
let his twenty-eight years be erased.
I am Ignatius, a reader, who came to myself
quite late; but I lived so for ten months
happy in the serenity and security of Christ.