M. Minucii Felicis: Octavius
I. Cogitanti mihi et cum animo meo Octavi boni et fidelissimi contubernalis memoriam recensenti tanta dulcedo et adfectio hominis inhaesit, ut ipse quodammodo mihi viderer in praeterita redire, non ea quae iam transacta et decursa sunt, recordatione revocare: 2ita eius contemplatio quantum subtracta est oculis, tantum pectori meo ac paene intimis sensibus inplicata 3est. Nec inmerito discedens vir eximius et sanctus inmensum sui desiderium nobis reliquit, utpote cum et ipse tanto nostri semper amore flagraverit, ut et in ludicris et seriis pari mecum voluntate concineret eadem velle vel nolle: crederes unam 4mentem in duobus fuisse divisam. Sic solus in amoribus conscius, ipse socius in erroribus: et cum discussa caligine de tenebrarum profundo in lucem sapientiae et veritatis emergerem, non respuit comitem, sed quod est gloriosius, praecucurrit. 5Itaque cum per universam convictus nostri et familiaritatis aetatem mea cogitatio volveretur, in illo praecipue sermone eius mentis meae resedit intentio, quo Q. Caecilium superstitiosis vanitatibus etiamnunc inhaerentem disputatione gravissima ad veram religionem reformavit.
Minucius Felix: Octavius
I. As in thought I pondered and reflected over memories of my good and trusty comrade, Octavius, such an impression of sweetness and charm remained with me that I seemed somehow reliving in the past, rather than recalling to memory things over and done; so vividly did his image, though withdrawn from the eyes, remain imprinted on my heart and inmost sense. No wonder that on his departure so3 excellent and saintly a man has left behind him a measureless sense of loss; the fact is that he cherished such warm affection for me that, both in our amusements and serious occupations, our wills were tuned to perfect concert, whether of likes or dislikes; you might have thought a single mind had been parted into two. Thus he was at once sole confidant4 of my affections, and my partner in wanderings from truth; and when, after the gloom had been dispelled, I was emerging from the depth of darkness into the light of wisdom and truth, he did not reject me as a companion, but—all honour to him—led the way. So, as my thoughts ranged over the whole period of5 our association and familiarity, my attention fastened above all else on that discourse of his, in which, by sheer weight of argument, he converted Caecilius, who was still immersed in superstitious vanities, to true religion.