Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!
Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses
Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.
Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.