Saepe tibi studioso animo venante requirens carmina uti possem mittere Battiadae, qui te lenirem nobis, neu conarere tela infesta meum mittere in usque caput, hunc video mihi nunc frustra sumptum esse laborem, Gelli, nec nostras hic valuisse preces.
I have often cast about with busy questing mind how I could send to you some poems of Callimachus with which I might make you placable to me, and that you might not try to send a shower of missiles to reach my head; but now I see that this labour has been taken by me in vain, Gellius, and that my prayers have here availed nothing.
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