Letter 5012: It wouldn't be right to let the kinswoman of the holy philosopher Asclepiades leave without a letter from me.
It was not right that a kinswoman of the holy philosopher Asclepiades should depart without a letter from me, for his merits demanded that, since her case concerns the guardianship belonging to so distinguished a man, she be entrusted to your patronage. On her behalf I do not think I need resort to the elaboration of a long speech, since the regard owed to her kinsman commends her to your kindness without anyone's having to make a request.
[XXXII (XXX).]
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Latin / Greek Original
Propinquam sancti Asclepiadis philosophi absque litteris meis abire par non fuit,
nam illius merita poposcerunt, ut ad curaturam praeclari viri pertinens tuo patrocinio
traderetur. pro quo non arbitror ambitu longae orationis utendum, cum eam huma- 5
nitati tuae contemplatio parentis sine cuiusquam petitione commendet.
xxxn (XXX).
Revision history
- 2026-05-27v2.2.34-import
Initial corpus import from modern symmachus retranslated v1.
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