Letter Ad M. Caes. ii. 14

To my master.

You, when you are away from me, read Cato; but I, when away from you, listen to lawyers till five o'clock. Oh, that this coming night might be the shortest known! so fain am I to burn less midnight oil, that I may the sooner see you. Farewell, my sweetest of masters. My mother sends her greeting. I can scarcely breathe, so tired am I.