Letter 579: Your sons have good natures and even better eagerness.
Εὐσεβίῳ. (357)
Οἱ παῖδές σου φύσεως τε ἀγαθῆς καὶ προθυμίας ἀμεί-
νονος. ἤδη δέ τι καὶ δεῖγμα ἐξήνεγκαν νέων ἐχόντων ὦτα.
ὅτι δὲ τοῦτ’ ἔστιν, ἐμοὶ μὲν ἀκριβῶς εἰπεῖν οὐ καλόν, ἐκείνοις
δὲ μὴ τοῦτο ποιεῖν αἰσχρόν.
παρεὶς δὲ τὸ παρακαλεῖν ἡμᾶς
ὑπὲρ αὐτῶν τιμῶντος ἔργον ἐποίησας τῇ σιγῇ μαρτυρήσας
ὡς ἅπαν τὸ προσῆκον ἔχουσιν.
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