Adversity reveals the genius of a general; good fortune conceals it.
It was intended to be a vase, it has turned out a pot.
Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.
As a true translator you will take care not to translate word for word.