(Εἰς μαρτύριον προτρεπτικός)1 Weaned from milk, drawn away from the breast—accept tribulation upon tribulation, accept hope upon hope—after a little, after a little—through contempt of lips, through another tongue.2 You, too, my most pious friends in God, Ambrose and Protoctetus,3 according to Isaias are no longer carnal, nor infants in Christ, but rather have advanced in the age of intelligence.4 You no longer have need of