O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.
We can't all do everything.
Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
The Britons are quite separated from all the world.