“ Yesterday, Licinius, at leisure we played much on my tablets, as it was agreed that [we] would be self-indulgent: each of us writing our lines of poetry was playing, now in this meter, now in that one, delivering lines in turn while laughing and [drinking] wine. And I left from there [so] inflamed by your charm and wit, Licinius, that neither did food placate poor me nor did sleep shut my little eyes in peace, but rather I tossed about on the whole couch from uncontrollable spasms, wishing to see the light, so that I could speak with you and at the same time be with you. ”
