Lucius Annaeus Seneca (often known as Seneca the Younger or simply Seneca /ˈsɛnɪkə/; c. 4 BC – AD 65) was a Roman Stoic philosopher, statesman, dramatist, and in one work humorist, of the Silver Age of Latin literature.
He was a tutor and later advisor to emperor Nero. While he was forced to commit suicide for alleged complicity in the Pisonian conspiracy to assassinate Nero, some sources state that he may have been innocent. His father was Seneca the Elder, his elder brother was Lucius Junius Gallio Annaeanus, called Gallio in the Bible, and his nephew was the poet Lucan.
He was born in Cordoba in Spain, and raised in Rome, where he was trained in rhetoric and philosophy (ref. - p. 31).
Miriam Griffin says in her biography of Seneca that "the evidence for Seneca's life before his exile in 41 is so slight, and the potential interest of these years, for social history as well as for biography, is so great that few writers on Seneca have resisted the temptation to eke out knowledge with imagination." Griffin also infers from the ancient sources that Seneca was born in either 8, 4, or 1 BC. She thinks he was born between 4 and 1 BC and was a resident in Rome by AD 5. Seneca says that he was carried to Rome in the arms of his mother's stepsister. Griffin says that, allowing for rhetorical exaggeration, means "it is fair to conclude that Seneca was in Rome as a very small boy." Be that as it may, it is clear that he was in Rome at a relatively early stage in his life.
The Epistle to Seneca the Younger is a collection of correspondence claiming to be from Paul the Apostle to Seneca the Younger. There are 8 epistles from Seneca, and 6 replies from Paul.Jerome mentioned them in his De Viris Illustribus (chap. 12). However, they are widely held to be forged, as J. B. Lightfoot noted:
Philip Schaff in his history said: "They are very poor in thought and style, full of errors of chronology and history, and undoubtedly a forgery." Again, Lightfoot said:
i can no longer pretend
lonely as green eyes can get
i'm singing blues
in a room painted yellow with hope
covering plaster and bricks
yes there's no reason to cry dear
things seeming sweet in your eyes
i'm sadder for knowing how i shouldn't be
considering all of the good things around me
but love forgot me when she passed through
seems i wasn't deemed worthy
but i know she'll be around again soon
don't forget me
please don't forget me
but for you the heartache would kill me
you are the first in my heart
and i know that you know what you're doing up there
but in the meantime i'm impatient down here
'cos love forgot me when she passed through
seems i wasn't deemed worthy this early
but i know she'll be around again soon
don't forget me please don't forget