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

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.

Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.

The medicine increases the disease.

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

Fury itself supplies arms.