F rom the Index1
145–147 A.D.
To my Lord. (Tell me) how strong you feel on arriving . . . .
To my master. I arrived quite strong . . . .
To my Lord. Take food, my Lord . . . .
To my master. I have taken food2 . . . .
To my Lord. If Faustina's3 courage . . . .
To my master. I both bow to your advice . . . .
To my Lord. But, by heaven, the completion of the time . . . .
To my master. Too long anxious . . . .
To my Lord. I indeed (was) wonderfully (pleased) . . . .
To my master. Into the midst of worries . . . .
To my Lord. I have been worn out with work . . . .
To my master. That fatigue of yours . . . .
To my Lord. Lately Gratia . . . .
To my master. Possibly enough for that matter . . . .
To my Lord. I have halted at Caieta4 . . . .
145–147 A.D.
To my master.