But everything can be endured, since what does not
Will perish: learn philosophy, my son, the art
Of bowing to necessity. Possessions
Are as worthless next to friends, as friends
Before your love, and love is little
Besides work, since labor conquers all.
Excepting these worn syllogisms, I have in store
Many precepts of old, that men have heard before
And will repeat when you are gone: eternity exists
After all, only in literature, and poems tell lies.
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