With our own hands into our city led.
The noisy-footed monster stumbled oft630
Upon the threshold of the city gate,
While in its roomy hold crouched kings and war.
And we might well have turned their crafty arts
To work their own destruction. But alas,
We neither saw nor heeded. Oftentimes
The sound of clashing shields smote on our ears,
And low and angry mutterings within635
Where Pyrrhus 'gainst the shrewd Ulysses strove.