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

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.

A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

Each man is led by his own liking.

The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.