Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non read more

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu.]

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

God himself favors the brave.
[Lat., Audentes deus ipse juvat.]

God himself favors the brave.
[Lat., Audentes deus ipse juvat.]

You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town.
[Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota read more

You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town.
[Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota jactaris in urba.]

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few
love what they may have.
[Lat., read more

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few
love what they may have.
[Lat., Quicquid servatur, cupimus magis: ipsaque furem
Cura vocat. Pauci, quod sinit alter, amant.]