Words fail me, who am asking for the same things so often, and now I am ashamed that my empty prayers have no end.
I believe that weariness is caused to you by such similar poetry, and that everyone has thoroughly learned what I am asking for.
§3.7.5nostraque quid portet iam nostis epistula, quamvis §3.7.6cera sit a vinclis non labefacta suis.
And you already know what our letter brings, although the wax has not been loosened from its bonds.
Therefore let the theme of my writing be changed, lest I go so many times against the current of the river.
Forgive me, friends, that I hoped well of you: there will now be an end of such sinning for me.
§3.7.11nec gravis uxori dicar: quae scilicet in me §3.7.12quam proba tam timida est experiensque parum.
Nor let me be called a burden to my wife: who, indeed, towards me, is as timid as she is loyal, and too little enterprising.
§3.7.13hoc quoque, Naso, feres: etenim peiora tulisti.
This too, Naso, you will bear: for indeed you have borne worse things.
§3.7.14iam tibi sentiri sarcina nulla potest.
Now no burden can be felt by you.
§3.7.15ductus ab armento taurus detrectat aratrum, §3.7.16subtrahit et duro colla novella iugo: §3.7.17nos, quibus adsuevit fatum crudeliter uti, §3.7.18ad mala iam pridem non sumus ulla rudes, §3.7.19venimus in Geticos fines: moriamur in illis, §3.7.20Parcaque ad extremum qua mea coepit eat.
The bull led from the herd refuses the plow, and withdraws his youthful neck from the hard yoke: we, whom fate has accustomed itself to treat cruelly, are long since not unaccustomed to any misfortunes, we have come to Getic lands: let us die in them, and let my Fate go to the end along the path she began.
§3.7.21spem iuvat amplecti—quae non iuvat inrita semper— §3.7.22et, fieri cupias siqua, futura putes: §3.7.23proximus huic gradus est bene desperare salutem, §3.7.24seque semel vera scire perisse fide.
It is pleasing to embrace hope—which, being always useless, does not help— and to think that whatever you wish to happen will come to pass: the step closest to this is to thoroughly despair of safety, and to know once and for all with true certainty that one has perished.
We see that some wounds become greater by treatment, wounds which it would have been better not to have touched.
§3.7.27mitius ille perit, subita qui mergitur unda, §3.7.28quam sua qui tumidis brachia lassat aquis, §3.7.29cur ego concepi Scythicis me posse carere §3.7.30finibus et terra prosperiore frui?
He dies more gently who is submerged by a sudden wave, than he who tires his arms in the swelling waters, Why did I conceive that I could be free of Scythian lands and enjoy a more prosperous land?
§3.7.31cur aliquid de me speravi lenius umquam?
Why did I ever hope for anything gentler for myself?
§3.7.32an fortuna mihi sic mea nota fuit?
Or was my fortune indeed known to me in this way?
§3.7.33torqueor en gravius, repetitaque forma locorum §3.7.34exilium renovat triste recensque facit.
Behold, I am tortured more grievously, and the revisited appearance of the places renews my sad exile and makes it fresh.
§3.7.35est tamen utilius, studium cessare meorum, §3.7.36quam, quas admorint, non valuisse preces, §3.7.37magna quidem res est, quam non audetis, amici: §3.7.38sed si quis peteret, qui dare vellet, erat.
Yet it is more useful that the zeal of my friends should cease, than that the prayers which they have applied should have been of no avail, It is indeed a great thing that you do not dare, friends: but if anyone were to ask, there was one who was willing to grant it.