Don't trust the horse, Trojans. Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks even bearing gifts. -Equo ne credite, Teucri. Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes
Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
There's a snake hidden in the grass.
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.
Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?