1How great is the power, the dignity, the majesty, in short the divinity of history, I have felt often on other occasions, and especially just recently. 1A certain man had been reciting a very truthful book, and had kept part of it back for another day. 2Look! the friends of a certain person, begging and beseeching him not to recite the rest. 2So great is their shame at hearing what they have done, who felt none at doing what they blush to hear. 2And he did indeed grant what was asked — his honour allowed it —; 2yet the book, like the deed itself, remains and will remain and will always be read, all the more because not at once.
2For men are spurred on to learn what is put off. 2Farewell.