Letter 57: Procopius scans the sea for Hieronymus and jokes about Demophon forgetting Phyllis.

Are you still living by the Nile? Are you still looking down on those who long for you? Tell me, what has happened to you? If you think the delay kindles my love further, know well that it has reached its limit, and you have nothing left to add to it. But if the city of Macedon attracts you because of its charms and because it seems already to possess Helicon, imitate Odysseus: pass by the Sirens and remember Ithaca. As for me, longing to see you in the old-fashioned style, wearing the cicada ornament, I gape toward the sea and scan the merchant ships, wondering whether I will ever see you present. You seem to me to have imitated that son of Theseus, even while teaching children the line, "Bridegroom Demophon, unjust guest ..." You do not even wish to remember the boy anymore, though he is fine and, if you were present, could already call you father.

Ἱερωνύμῳ (?) Ἔτι παρὰ τὸν Νεῖλον οἰκεῖς; ἔτι ποθοῦντας ὑπερορᾷς; τί τοσοῦτον, εἰπέ μοι, παθών; εἰ μὲν γὰρ οἴει τὸ βράδος ἐπὶ πλέον ἡμῖν ἐξάπτειν τὸν ἔρωτα, ἴσθι δὴ καλῶς ὡς εἰς ἄκρον ἀφῖκται, καὶ οὐκ ἂν ἔχοις ὅ τι προσθήσεις ἔτι τῷ πράγματι. εἰ δέ σε τοῦ Μακεδόνος ἡ πόλις ἐφέλκεται χαρίτων ἕνεκα καὶ τοῦ δοκεῖν αὐτὸν ἔχειν ἤδη τὸν Ἑλικῶνα, ζήλου τὸν Ὀδυσσέα καὶ παρελθὼν τὰς Σειρῆνας μέμνησο τῆς Ἰθάκης. καὶ γάρ σε νῦν ἐπιθυμῶν ἀρχαίῳ σχήματι τεττιγοφόρον ἰδεῖν κέχηνα τῇ θαλάττῃ καὶ περισκοπῶ τὰς ὁλκάδας, εἴποτε παρόντα θεάσομαι. σὺ δέ μοι δοκεῖς τὸν Θησέως ἐκεῖνον ἐζηλωκέναι, καὶ ταῦτα τοῖς παισὶ καθηγούμενος «νυμφίε Δημοφόων, ἄδικε ξένε ...», ὃς οὐδὲ παιδὸς θέλεις ἔτι μεμνῆσθαι, καλοῦ τε ὄντος καὶ εἴ γε παρείης ἤδη σε δυναμένου πατέρα καλεῖν.