When in my earlier letter I had indicated that I would bring your little books back with me, I could in no way slow the insistence and exaction of the boy whom you had sent. And so, not a little anxious, I dispatched both volumes of your most blessed and flowery work, lest, not yet copied out, they should be damaged by rains falling so continuously and so heavily. I ran through them all but once, in wonder. May the Lord grant that someday, under your guidance in your own pages, I may review these works of our instruction, lovely in Christ, to your glory. This one thing I beg: do not suffer me to be cheated for long of these teachings, but counting me as one of your young men, for whose learning you arranged these things, may you wish me to possess them all the more urgently, the more the old age of my years presses upon me together with the inexperience of youth.