22 surviving letters between Avienus and Ennodius of Pavia, spanning c. 494–520.
It would be only fitting for Your Greatness to display the riches of your talent while following the teachings of...
I would retrace the prayers with which I pleaded with Your Magnitude on your departure, except that I wish to avoid...
I would have you know that my affection for you does not waver with distance or cool with the passage of time.
It has been a long time now that I, suspended by genuine longing, have been nourished only by the service of letters.
I bless the threefold unity in majesty of our God, who has lifted me up amid my distresses by the gift of union with...
If giving offense results in a doubling of your letters, how I wish the calm tranquility of your serene heart could...
The grandeur you avoid in your letters you possess by nature.
After our common lord departed from the city of Milan, my sole consolation has been the hope that letters might do...
If you ask why, though punished by your silence, the bold face of modesty does not keep still, and if you say my...
How well it is that what you modestly decline, you happily emulate; and while you complain that your Greatness is...
Your Greatness does well when you honor both your birth and your character equally.
If you had been concerned about my humble person, the concern would have shown itself in action.
If a judge of humble persons takes the trouble to hear their case, how much more should a man of your stature attend...
All would be well with my spirit if you would at least condescend to write.
Your Greatness is present, and your presence changes everything.
A man who desires your letters cannot remain silent himself, nor should the one who seeks conversation set the...
I do not know whether Your Greatness is pleased or displeased with me, and the uncertainty is worse than either outcome.
I marvel at the splendor of Your Greatness's fame — a fame that grows not through self-promotion but through the...
Although the quality of letters cannot always match the quality of the affection behind them, the attempt is never...
While God continues to grant us pleasant days, I seize the moment to write — because joy, like all things, is...
Where are those who say that prosperity makes men forget their friends?
The reports of your illness have reached me, and I write with the urgency that love demands.