Letter 6025: Sapricius, a refined man and a dear friend of mine, would have earned your devoted attention without any endorsement...
Sapricius, a refined man and a dear friend of mine, would have earned your devoted attention without any endorsement from me. But since first meetings are slow to recommend strangers, he asked me to open the door to winning your friendship.
It's only right that you welcome someone so eager for your acquaintance with open arms -- and don't postpone the friendship he's asking for with the usual probationary delays, but meet his desire with an equally willing heart from the very start. Farewell.
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Latin / Greek Original
Sapricius vir omatus ac mihi familiaris diligentiam sanctae unanimitatis tuae sine
adstipulatore meruisset; sed quia primus aditus sero commendat mcognitos, facilitatem
sibi promerendae familiaritatis tuae per me optavit aperiri. dignum est igitur, nt
cupidissimum tui obvio amore suscipias et amicitiam postulatam non in longi usus
temptamenta procrastines sed statim parili voluntate desiderio adventantis occurras. 10
XXV (XXVI) .
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