been scourged, and lashed, and stoned, and imprisoned, and shipwrecked—one who, for so many years, besides the heavy burden of mental anguish and responsibility, had been “scorched by the heat of Sirius and tossed by the violence of Euroclydon,”1 might well have felt himself an old and outworn man when he wrote from his Roman prison at the age of threescore years.2 It is, therefore, tolerably certain that he was born during the first ten years of our era, and probable that he was born about A.D.