Maxioms by Virgil
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
Rumor, than which no evil flies more swiftly. She flourishes as she flies, gains strength by mere motion. Small at read more
Rumor, than which no evil flies more swiftly. She flourishes as she flies, gains strength by mere motion. Small at first and in fear, she soon rises to heaven, Walks upon land and hides her head in the clouds.
They attack the one man with their hate and their shower of weapons. But he is like some rock which read more
They attack the one man with their hate and their shower of weapons. But he is like some rock which stretches into the vast sea and which, exposed to the fury of the winds and beaten against by the waves, endures all the violence.
Trust not too much to appearances.
Trust not too much to appearances.
