Letter 7035: You're trying to lure me out of Campania's embrace with praises of your Tiburtine estate.
You're trying to lure me out of Campania's embrace with praises of your Tiburtine estate. Dense cypresses, abundant springs, the mountain cool -- it's everything you say. But I'd only pine for it if you'd lingered there longer. As it is, your quick return to Rome makes me suspect you got bored of the place. Pleasures sometimes reach their saturation point.
If that's the case, I'd say Formiae has had enough of you too -- since even the estate you preferred has lost its charm. Farewell.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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