Happy is he who can trace effects to their causes.
I shudder when relating it.
Whatever it is I fear Greeks even when they bring gifts.
A snake lurks in the grass.
Who can blind lover's eyes?
One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.
Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched.
Each man is led by his own liking.
A fault is fostered by concealment.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.