Letter 1105: Late consolation only reopens wounds.
Instanrant dolorem sera solacia, et ideo mntnnm silentinm calamitatibns nostris
praestare debemns, ne fortnnae vnlnera, qnae cicatricem processn temporis dncnnt,
intempestive contrectata cmdescant. in alia potins sermo vertendns est, qnae te ad
cnram sanitatis hortentnr. omnis qnippe intemns corporis dolor hiemali crescit in-
inria, ac nisi iter apricis diebns et anris salnbribns egeritis, male metno, ne vitinm 10
2 contemptns exaggeret. nnnc ea, qnae remedio adcommoda credidisti, vel qnae nobis
commendavit ntendi exploratio, ad te misi inter votomm snmma constitnens, nt reme-
diomm talinm necessitatem spontanea incolnmitate praevenias, ant si qnae morbi reli-
qniae fnerint, nt his cnrationibns tergeantur. satis antem mnneris commnni amicitiae
dabiSy si eam soUicitudinem , quae mihi ex aegritndine tua oborta est, prosperiore i&
nnntio nihil moratns exemeris.
CI (LXXXXV) a. 380.
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