Veranius, had I three hundred thousand
Friends, you would still be number one.
Have you come home to your household gods,
And the brothers who take after you, and elderly mother?
You have. How happy I am at this news.
I shall see you safe and sound and hear you as you speak
Of the landscapes and habits and nations of the Spaniards
The way you always do, and throwing myself around your
Neck I shall kiss your charming mouth and eyes.
Of all men of great good fortune,
Who is happier or more fortunate than me?