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Still serve me in my age, I pray, / As in my youth, O faithful one; / For years I've brushed thee every day -- / Could Socrates have better done? / What though the fates would wreak on thee / The fulness of their evil art? / Use thou philosophy, like me -- / And we, old friend, shall never part!
I think -- I _often_ think of it -- / The day we twain first faced the crowd; / My roistering friends impeached your fit, / But you and I were very proud! / Those jovial friends no more make free / With us (no longer new and smart), / But rather welcome you and me / As loving friends that should not part.