Albius, frank judge of my discourses, what should I say you are doing now in the region of Pedum?
§1.4.3scribere quod Cassi Parmensis opuscula vincat, §1.4.4an tacitum silvas inter reptare salubris, §1.4.5curantem quidquid dignum sapiente bonoque est?
Writing something that would surpass the minor works of Cassius of Parma, or strolling silently among the healthy forests, meditating on whatever is worthy of a wise and good man?
§1.4.6non tu corpus cras sine pectore: di tibi formam, §1.4.7di tibi divitias dederunt artemque fruendi.
You were not a body without a soul: the gods have given you beauty, the gods have given you wealth and the art of enjoying it.
§1.4.8quid voveat dulci nutricula maius alumno, §1.4.9qui sapere et fari possit quae sentiat, et cui §1.4.10gratia, fama, valetudo contingat abunde, §1.4.11et mundus victus non deficiente crumina?
What greater thing could a sweet nurse pray for her dear nursling, who is able to be wise and to express what he feels, and to whom favor, fame, and health fall abundantly, and a decent livelihood with a never-failing purse?
§1.4.12Inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras §1.4.13omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum, §1.4.14grata superveniet, quae non sperabitur hora.
Amid hope and care, amid fears and angers, believe that every day that has dawned is your last; the hour which is not hoped for will arrive as a welcome addition.