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A full ankle supports the leg, and the foot is small to bear such mighty limbs. His thighs are like hard horn the knee-joints firm and masculine the knees themselves the comeliest and least wrinkled in the world. The spine dividing the broad expanse of back does not project, and you can see the springing of the ribs the sides swell with salient muscle, the well-girt flanks are full of vigour. His shoulders are smooth, the upper- and forearms strong and hard hands broad, breast prominent waist receding. Chin, throat, and neck are full, but not fat, and all of fair complexion seen close, their colour is fresh as that of youth they often flush, but from modesty, and not from anger. Every day the hair springing from his nostrils is cut back that on the face springs thick from the hollow of the temples, but the razor has not yet come upon his cheek, and his barber is assiduous in eradicating the rich growth on the lower part of the face. The nose is finely aquiline the lips are thin and not enlarged by undue distension of the mouth. The upper ears are buried under overlying locks, after the fashion of his race. The eyebrows are bushy and arched when the lids droop, the lashes reach almost half-way down the cheeks.

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His nervous neck is free from disfiguring knots. His head is round, with curled hair retreating somewhat from brow to crown.

He is well set up, in height above the average man, but below the giant. Well, he is a man worth knowing, even by those who cannot enjoy his close acquaintance, so happily have Providence and Nature joined to endow him with the perfect gifts of fortune his way of life is such that not even the envy which lies in wait for kings can rob him of his proper praise. I gladly accede, as far as the limits of my page allow, and highly approve so fine and ingenuous a curiosity. You have often begged a description of Theodoric the Gothic king, whose gentle breeding fame commends to every nation you want him in his quantity and quality, in his person, and the manner of his existence. But if the tooth of jealousy spares these extravagances of mine, volume shall follow upon volume, all full-brimming with my most copious flow of correspondence. I ought to be content with it after the envious snarls of all the Scyllas which my ship has passed. Such fame as I have should be to me an anchor cast in the haven of safe repute. I had been safer had I breathed no word about these trifles, content with the reception of my poems, which good luck surely helped to recognition rather than skill of mine. Do I not know you devoted not to studies only, but to the studious too? Which devotion now makes you launch me, despite my fears, upon this deep main of ambition. But I have done your will here you have the letters, not merely to revise, for that is nothing, but to polish and, as the phrase goes, clear of lees. I have always been horribly conscious how far I fall short of these great examples I have consistently claimed for each the privilege of his own period and genius. Of Cicero as letter-writer I had best be dumb not Julius Titianus himself, in his Letters of Famous Women, could worthily reproduce that model he tried to imitate a style which was not of his time, and Fronto's other pupils, in their jealousy, called him 'ape of orators' for his pains. WITH all the influence you derive from a genius for sound advice, you have long urged me to correct, revise, and bring together in one volume the more finished of those occasional letters which matters, men, and times have drawn from me: I am to set presumptuous foot where Symmachus of the ample manner, and Pliny of the perfected art have gone before.

Portable e-sword 7.9.4