When you come, bring the mantle I left at Troas with Carpus, also my books, and particularly my paper.
To this very hour we hunger and thirst, we are ill-clad and knocked about, we are waifs,
Setting sail then from Troas we ran straight to Samothrace and on the following day to Neapolis.
and so they passed Mysia by and went down to Troas.
through labour and hardship, through many a sleepless night, through hunger and thirst, starving many a time, cold and ill-clad, and all the rest of it.
whoever wants to sue you for your shirt, let him have your coat as well;
sorrowing chiefly because he told them they would never see his face again. Then they escorted him to the ship.