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
Passion and strife bow down the mind
Fear betrays unworthy souls.
That which an enraged woman can accomplish.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.