Agnellus & Ennodius of Pavia

The letters that normally serve my affection as willing messengers are now, for once, drafted by pain.

It pains me that a man so richly endowed with the gifts of eloquence should withhold them from one who would value...

Thanks be to God, whose generosity toward Your Greatness has exceeded what mere human merit could claim.

If I could follow you in body, I would spare myself the trouble of words.

For a long time my soul hung in uncertainty, not knowing whether your silence meant neglect or misfortune.

You have carried out my wishes beyond what I dared to request, and I write to thank you.