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 shudder when relating it.
Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.
It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.
The Britons are quite separated from all the world.
The flocks fear the wolf, the crops the storm, and the trees the wind.