Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.
Time bears away all things.
I shudder when relating it.
Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
There's a snake hidden in the grass.