Gnate mihi longa iucundior unice vita, reddite in extrema nuper mihi fine senectae, gnate, ego quem in dubios cogor dimittere casus, quandoquidem fortuna mea ac tua fervida virtus eripit invito mihi te, cui languida, nondum lumina sunt gnati cara saturata figura:
My son, my only son, dearer to me than all my length of days, restored to me but now in the last end of old age, my son, whom I perforce let go forth to doubtful hazards,'since my fortune and thy burning valour tear thee from me, unwilling me, whose failing eyes are not yet satisfied with the dear image of my son,
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