Unto the hospital. A host the way
Behind him thronged. “Who are you?” Schubli cried.
“We are your friends,” the multitude replied.
Sheik Schubli threw a stone at them; they fled.
“Come back, ye false pretenders!” then he said;
“A friend is one who, ranked among his foes,
By him he loves, and stoned, and beat with blows,
Will still remain as friendly as before,
And to his friendship only add the more.”
—Alger, from Jamee.