Good God, even if you powerful men lived for a thousand years, your lives would still be too short. Your vices would devour any amount of time you were given. No wonder our normal lifespan — which could actually be stretched by using common sense, even though nature rushes it along — slips right through your fingers. You don't grab hold of time or try to hold it back. You don't try to slow down the fastest thing in the world. Instead, you let it pass by as if it were worthless and you could always get more.
By Hercules, that life of you great men, even though it should last for more than a thousand years, is still a very short one: those vices of yours would swallow up any extent of time: no wonder if this our ordinary span, which, though Nature hurries on, can be enlarged by common sense, soon slips away from you; for you do not lay hold of it or hold it back, and try to delay the swiftest of all things, but you let it pass as though it were a useless thing and you could supply its place.