Cicero to Lucius Lucceius, son to Quintus. Epist. 12.
I Determine freely, to open my minde vnto you by letters, which doe not blush; seeing in presence I neuer durst doe it, through a certaine modes••y, I cannot say, but rather a rudenesse. I haue a wonderfull desire, and except I be deceiued, very commendable; tha•• you would be pleased to celebrate my name, with the publication of your compositions: the which, though ma∣ny times you told me, you would doe; yet I would haue you pardon mee, though I solicite you thereunto: For the ••orme of your writing, which I euer thought would bee excellent, goes be∣yond my expectation, and hath so won mee, that I am surprized with an excee∣ding desire, that my acts atchieud, may be written with your pen. Because I doe no•• onely hope, that death it selfe shall not ••xtinguish the memoriall of my