Often seeking, my mind hunting how I could send to studious you the poems of
Battiades, whereby I might soften you towards us, and you might not try to send
hostile weapons at my head all the time—I see now that this effort was
undertaken by me in vain, Gellius, and that our prayers to this end were of no
avail. Your weapons against us we will ward off with our cloak; but, transfixed
with ours, you will pay the punishment.
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