Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.
What's well begun is half done.
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
Punishment closely follows guilt as its companion.
He is praised by some, blamed by others.