famulor iniunctis quomodocumque, non ut volebam; sed tuae culpae primus ignosce, qui spatii plus praestitisti argentario quam poetae, cum procul dubio non te lateret intra officinam litteratorum carminis si quid incus metrica produxerit non minus forti et asprata lima poliri.
I obey your injunctions as best I can, not, however, in the way I wanted; but you must be the first to forgive what is really your fault, for you have granted less time to the poet than to the silversmith, although you were certainly well aware that in the literary workshop any poem that has been beaten out on the metrical anvil requires a file no less strong and rough than the artificers to finish it off.
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