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
Time is flying never to return.
The flocks fear the wolf, the crops the storm, and the trees the wind.
A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)
Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.
The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.