Loe! formest of a rout that followd him,
Kindled Laocoon hasted from the towre,
Crieng far of: "O wreched citezens,
What so great kind of frensie freteth you?
Deme ye the Grekes our enemies to be gone?
Or any Grekish giftes can you suppose
Devoid of guile? Is so Ulysses known?
Either the Grekes ar in this timber hid,
Or this an engin is to anoy our walles,
To view our toures, and overwhelme our towne.
Here lurkes some craft. Good Troyans, geve no trust
Unto this horse, for, what so ever it be,
I dred the Grekes; yea! when they offer gyftes!'