Drowns in the world: and how should college days
Live in your memory as they do in mine?
’Tis no such lustre to your brilliant life
That we were comrades in Utopia;
That commonwealth of study and idleness,
Where sport, adventure, poetry and music
Were sauced with virgin-juice, a dish for gods.
R. As if I could forget!
F.Ay, but the spirit!
Think you we should have spoken of favours then?