Dialogues of the Dead (5.2)

Well, they are rascals, and it would be a comic ending. He leads them a pretty life too, on hope gruel; he always looks more dead than alive, but he is tougher than a young man. They have divided up the inheritance among them, and feed on imaginary bliss.

Just so; now he is to throw off his years like Iolaus, and rejuvenate, while they in the middle of their hopes find themselves here with their dream-wealth left behind them. Nothing like making the punishment fit the crime.

Say no more, Pluto; I will fetch you them one after another; seven of them, is it?

Down with them; and he shall change from an old man to a blooming youth, and attend their funerals.