Indeed, this is a task which I wish to postpone, since did I read I might believe and turn Christian, to serve in due course as a night-light in Nero's gardens.
"I send you a present, praying that you will accept it.

The emerald in the ring is cut by my friend, the sculptor Glaucus.

The pearls are fine and have a history which I hope to tell you some day.

Wear them always, beloved Miriam, for my sake.

I do not forget your words; nay, I ponder them day and night.