Classic Poem

Naked I came when I began to be
A man among the sons of misery,
Tender, unarmed, helpless and quite forlorn,
Tender, unarmed, helpless and quite forlorn,
E'er since 'twas my hard fortune to be born;
And when the space of a few weary days
Shall be expired, then must I go my ways.
Naked I shall return, and nothing have:
Nothing wherewith to bribe my hungry grave.
Then what's the proudest monarch's glittering robe,
Or what's he more than I that ruled the globe,
Since we must all without distinction die,
And slumber both stark naked, he and I?