A s far as I am concerned, the writing is finished—so send me something else to write—but my secretary was not at hand to copy out what I wrote. However, what I wrote was not to my mind, as I was hurried, and your being poorly took a good deal out of me. But I will ask your indulgence tomorrow, when I send it. Farewell, my sweetest of masters. The Lady my mother sends you greeting. Let me have the name of the people's tribune against whom Acilius the censor, of whom I wrote, set a mark.
145–147 A.D.
To my Lord.