§4.1.1Accipe, Pompei, deductum carmen ab illo, §4.1.2debitor est vitae qui tibi, Sexte, suae. §4.1.3qui seu non prohibes a me tua nomina poni,
Accept, Pompey, the poem spun out by him, who owes his life to you, Sextus.
§4.1.4accedet meritis haec quoque summa tuis: §4.1.5sive trahis vultus, equidem peccasse fatebor, §4.1.6delicti tamen est causa probanda mei.
Who, whether you do not forbid your name to be placed by me, this also will be added to the sum of your merits: or whether you frown, I will indeed confess that I have sinned, yet the cause of my transgression must be approved.
§4.1.7non potuit mea mens, quin esset grata, teneri.
My mind could not be held back from being grateful.
§4.1.8sit precor officio non gravis ira pio.
May your anger not be heavy upon my dutiful devotion, I pray.
Oh, how many times have I seemed to myself in these books impious, because you were read in no place!
Oh, how many times, when I wished to write to another, did my unwitting right hand bring back your name upon the wax!
The error itself in such mistakes pleased me, and the erasure was made by a scarcely willing hand.
§4.1.15"viderit! ad summam "dixi "licet ipse queratur!
"Let him see to it!" I said, "in short, he may complain himself!
§4.1.16hanc pudet offensam non meruisse prius. " §4.1.17da mihi, siquid ea est, hebetantem pectora Lethen.
I am ashamed not to have deserved this offense earlier." Give me Lethe that dulls the heart, if indeed there is any such thing.
§4.1.18oblitus potero non tamen esse tui.
Yet I will not be able to be forgetful of you.
And I pray that you permit this, nor reject my words in distaste, nor think that there is a crime in my duty.
And may this light gratitude be returned for such great merits; if not, I will be grateful even against your will.
Your favor was never slow in my affairs, nor did the strongbox deny me generous wealth.
Now too, your clemency, not at all terrified by sudden fates, brings and will bring help to my life.
§4.1.27unde rogas forsan fiducia tanta futuri
Perhaps you ask whence such great confidence of the future comes to me?
§4.1.28sit mihi? quod fecit, quisque tuetur opus.
Everyone protects the work which he has made.
§4.1.29ut Venus artificis labor est et gloria Coi, §4.1.30aequoreo madidas quae premit imbre comas: §4.1.31arcis ut Actaeae vel eburna vel aerea custos §4.1.32bellica Phidiaca stat dea facta manu: §4.1.33vindicat ut Calamis laudem, quos fecit, equorum: §4.1.34ut similis verae vacca Myronis opus: §4.1.35sic ego pars rerum non ultima, Sexte, tuarum §4.1.36tutelaeque feror munus opusque tuae.
As Venus is the labor and glory of the Coan artist, she who squeezes her hair wet with sea-spray; as the defender of the Actaean citadel, whether of ivory or bronze, stands, the warlike goddess made by Phidias' hand; as Calamis claims praise for the horses which he made; as the cow, like a real one, is the work of Myron: so I, a not insignificant part of your affairs, Sextus, am said to be the gift and work of your protection.