certa loquor, sed nulla fides; neque vilia quondam verax Pergameis maenas habenda mali: sola Parim Phrygiae fatum componere, sola fallacem Troiae serpere dixit equum.
I speak the truth, but no credence is granted me; nor on a time spoke she worthless words whom they of Pergamum should have recognized as a true prophetess of woe: for she alone said that Paris was sealing Phrygias doom and that the horse creeping against Troy was laden with treachery.
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