A son could bear complacently the death of his father while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair

Your son at five is your master, at ten your slave, at fifteen your double, and after that, your friend or your foe, depending on his bringing up

A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father, while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair. [Lat., Gli huomini dimenticano piu teste la morte del padre, che la perdita del patrimonie.]

A son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.

I lost my father this past year, and the word feels right because I keep looking for him. As if he were misplaced. As if he could just turn up, like a sock or a set of keys.

The wise man does at once what the fool does finally.