M. CORNELIUS FRONTO
Marcus Aurelius to Fronto
To my master.
You also know, my master, what I on my part wish: that you should be hale and strong henceforth, and keep this your solemn day[1] and all future ones for as many years as possible either with us or, at all events, without giving us any anxiety on your behalf. Of course, I guessed at once that there was some reason of this kind for our not seeing you. And I must confess that I am thankful that the cause was such a complaint of your body rather than some other pains. Besides I have great hopes of that flux, for though it prostrate you for the time, yet I trust, if the Gods will, that your bowels have naturally and to the good of your health felt the motions of the spring, while others contrive and bring this about by design. Farewell, my most delightful of masters. My mother greets you.
Fronto to Marcus as Caesar
To my Lord.
I have a wretched sore throat, which also made me feverish all the night. My knee pains me a little. Farewell, my Lord. Greet your Lady.
Marcus Aurelius to Fronto
To my master.
I now learn what I wished first and foremost to hear. I gather from your letter that the feverishness
- ↑ Viz. Marcus's birthday.
