“ō miserī, quae tanta īnsānia, cīvēs? crēditis āvectōs hostīs? aut ūlla putātis dōna carēre dolīs Danaum? sīc nōtus Ulixēs? aut hōc inclūsī lignō occultantur Achīvī, aut haec in nostrōs fabricāta est māchina mūrōs, inspectūra domōs ventūraque dēsuper urbī, aut aliquis latet error; equō nē crēdite, Teucrī. quidquid id est, timeō Danaōs et dōna ferentīs. Poor fools! Oh, why this madness, countrymen? Trust ye the foe is fled? Think ye the Greek Would griftless give? Is that Ulysses' fame? These timbers hide Achaean men concealed Or else an engine are against our walls, Our homes t' espy, t' assail from city-heights, Or for other guile. Trust not this horse, Trojans! I fear the Greek, whatever gift he brings.”

—Laocoön (II.42-9; tr. palazofhoon)