Fury itself supplies arms.
Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
They are able who think they are able.
Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
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