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
How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?
Time is flying never to return.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.
He enters the port with a full sail.
Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.