[099] Within an hour, and pacing through the forest,
[100] Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befel! he threw his eye aside,
And mark what object did present itself:
[103] Under an oak, whose boughs were moss’d with age
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
105 A wretched ragged man, o’ergrown with hair,
Lay sleeping on his back: about his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreathed itself,
Who with her head nimble in threats approach’d