Quando enim ego huic homini ac liberis eius, quando omnes mei gratiam referent? Quae memoria, quae vis ingenii, quae magnitudo observantiae tot tantisque beneficiis respondere poterit? qui mihi primus adflicto et iacenti consularem fidem dextramque porrexit: qui me a morte ad vitam, a desperatione ad spem, ab exitio ad salutem revocavit: qui tanto amore in me, studio in rem publicam fuit, ut excogitaret quem ad modum calamitatem meam non modo levaret, sed etiam honestaret.
For when shall I, or when shall the united efforts of all my dear ones, requite my friend and his children herea? What memory so retentive, what intellect so powerful, what regard so deep, as to be able to cope with the task of repaying benefits so numerous and so great? When I lay prostrate in the dust, he was the first to extend to me the right hand of his consular protection; he recalled me from death to life, from despair to hope, from destruction to salvation; so devoted was his affection, and so ardent his patriotism, that he devised a means not merely of alleviating, but actually of lending a dignity to my downfall.
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