Epist. 1.4.1Albī, nostrōrum sermōnum candide iūdex,
quid nunc tē dīcam facere in regiōne Pedānā?Albius, honest critic of my satires, what am I to say you are doing now in the region of Pedum? Epist. 1.4.3Scrībere quod Cassī Parmēnsis opuscula vincat,
an tacitum silvās inter rēptāre salūbrīs,
5cūrantem quidquid dignum sapiente bonōque est?Writing something to outdo the little works of Cassius of Parma, or creeping silently among the healthful woods, caring for whatever is worthy of a wise and good man? Epist. 1.4.6Nōn tū corpus erās sine pectore: dī tibi fōrmam,
dī tibi dīvitiās dedērunt artemque fruendī.You were never a body without a heart: the gods gave you beauty, the gods gave you riches and the art of enjoying them. Epist. 1.4.8Quid voveat dulcī nūtrīcula maius alumnō,
quī sapere et fārī possit quae sentiat, et cui
10grātia, fāma, valētūdō contingat abundē,
et mundus vīctus nōn dēficiente crumīnā?What greater thing could a nurse pray for her sweet charge than that he be able to be wise and to speak what he feels, and that favour, fame and health should come to him abundantly, and a decent table with a purse that never runs dry?
Epist. 1.4.12Inter spem cūramque, timōrēs inter et īrās
omnem crēde diem tibi dīlūxisse suprēmum,
grāta superveniet, quae nōn spērābitur hōra.Amid hope and anxiety, amid fears and angers, believe that every day that has dawned for you is your last; the hour which is not hoped for will come as welcome. Epist. 1.4.15Mē pinguem et nitidum bene cūrātā cute vīsēs,
cum rīdēre volēs, Epicūrī dē grege porcum.As for me, when you want a laugh, you will come and find me fat and sleek with well-tended skin, a pig from Epicurus' herd.