Book X, Epigram 104 (Ker)

Go, fellow wayfarer of my Flavus; go, little book, over the wide sea — but when the wave befriends you — and, on easy course and with breezes all your own, seek the heights of Spanish Tarraco. From there the wheel will carry you, and, rapidly borne, you will perchance at the fifth stage see high-set Bilbilis and your Salo. Ask you what is my charge to you? That you greet, even as you are on the way, my comrades — few are they, but old ones, and last seen by me now thirty and four winters back — and now and then remind my Flavus that he procure for me at a wholesome price some retreat, pleasant and not hard to keep up, which may make a lazy man of your begetter. This is my charge. Already the skipper calls in blustering tones, and is blaming the delay, and a fairer wind has opened the harbour. Farewell, little book: you know, I think, one passenger does not delay a vessel.