Letter 10064: My correspondence pile is, as always, a reproach to my sense of order and an index of my affections; the people I...

You wrote that you'd taken a purgative to clear your bowels, hoping it would bring down the inflammation in your...

I hope for your presence -- for you are not in the habit of abandoning your promises.

This Aeneas is not a man of rhetoric, nor of wealth, nor of any other kind of power — unless one calls fairness and...

I've been idle for some time in the retreats of Campania and had no opportunity to write.

The temptation that has already passed quickly loses its edge and turns toward forgetting.