γλυκύ δ᾽ἀπείρῳ πόλεμος, πεπειραμένων δέ τις ταρβεῖ προσιόντα, νιν καρδίᾳ περισσῶς → A sweet thing is war to the inexperienced, but anyone who has tasted it trembles at its approach, exceedingly, in his heart (Pindar, for the Thebans, fr. 110)
ни тени, ни намека
