‘Men of Troy, what madness has come over you?
can you believe the enemy truly gone?
A gift from the Danaans, and no ruse?
Is that Ulysses’ way, as you have known him?
Achaens must be hiding in this timber,
Or it was built to butt against our walls,
Peer over them into our houses, pelt
The city from the sky. Some crookedness
Is in this thing. Have no faith in the horse!
Whatever it is, even when the Greeks bring gifts
I fear them, gifts and all.’
- Virgil, The Aeneid (Book II, 60-70)