1I am angry, and I am not clear whether I ought to be, but I am angry. 1You know how unfair love sometimes is, often uncontrolled, always quick to take offence over trifles. 1Yet this cause is a great one, whether a just one I do not know; 1but I, as if it were no less just than great, am seriously angry that for so long there have been no letters from you. 2You can win me over in one way only, if now at least you send very many and very long ones. 2This alone will seem to me a true excuse; all others will seem false. 2I am not going to listen to 'I was not in Rome' or 'I was rather busy'; 2for as to 'I was rather unwell', may the gods not allow it.
2I myself am at my villa enjoying partly my studies, partly idleness, both of which are born of leisure. 2Farewell.