“Ah, Postumus! they fleet away,
Our years, nor piety one hour
Can win from wrinkles and decay,
And Death's indomitable power.”

—  Horace , book Odes

Book II, ode xiv, line 1 (trans. John Conington)
Odes (c. 23 BC and 13 BC)

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Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni nec pietas moram rugis et instanti senectae adferet indomitaeque morti.

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