Synesius of Cyrene→Alethius, (brother of Florentius)|c. 394 AD|Synesius of Cyrene
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Letter 51: The Aegean Sea
[1] To his Brother
Starting from Physcus note [In Caria .] at early dawn, late in the evening we stood in the Gulf of Erythra. There we stopped only a sufficient time to drink water and to take in a supply. Springs of pure, sweet water gush forth upon the very shore. [2] As our Carpathians note [Inhabitants of the isle of Carpathos.] were in a hurry, we took to sea again. The wind was light, but it blew continually on our stern, so that where we expected to make nothing of a run each day, we made all we needed before we were aware of it. [3] On the fifth day we perceived the beacon fire lit upon a tower to warn ships running too close. We accordingly disembarked more quickly than it takes to relate, on the island of Paros, a poor island where there are neither trees nor fruit, but only salt marshes.
Letter 51: The Aegean Sea
[1] To his Brother
Starting from Physcus note [In Caria .] at early dawn, late in the evening we stood in the Gulf of Erythra. There we stopped only a sufficient time to drink water and to take in a supply. Springs of pure, sweet water gush forth upon the very shore. [2] As our Carpathians note [Inhabitants of the isle of Carpathos.] were in a hurry, we took to sea again. The wind was light, but it blew continually on our stern, so that where we expected to make nothing of a run each day, we made all we needed before we were aware of it. [3] On the fifth day we perceived the beacon fire lit upon a tower to warn ships running too close. We accordingly disembarked more quickly than it takes to relate, on the island of Paros, a poor island where there are neither trees nor fruit, but only salt marshes.
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Letter 51: The Aegean Sea
[1] To his Brother
Starting from Physcus note [In Caria .] at early dawn, late in the evening we stood in the Gulf of Erythra. There we stopped only a sufficient time to drink water and to take in a supply. Springs of pure, sweet water gush forth upon the very shore. [2] As our Carpathians note [Inhabitants of the isle of Carpathos.] were in a hurry, we took to sea again. The wind was light, but it blew continually on our stern, so that where we expected to make nothing of a run each day, we made all we needed before we were aware of it. [3] On the fifth day we perceived the beacon fire lit upon a tower to warn ships running too close. We accordingly disembarked more quickly than it takes to relate, on the island of Paros, a poor island where there are neither trees nor fruit, but only salt marshes.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.