Letter 153: A letter arrives from you once a year, as though the seasons themselves deliver it.
Letter 153: A Polite Reproach
[1] To Pylaemenes
A letter comes to us from you every year, as though the seasons themselves brought it with them, and this fruit is perchance sweeter to me than that which the circling months and the husbandmen bring to maturity. [2] You would do me an injustice if you deprived me of the joy I find in this. Change your mind, then, and send me, this year at least, an abundance of letters.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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