Facilis decensus averni. The descent into hell is easy.

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

I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.

In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!

From a single crime know the nation.