Antipater of Sidon
I, Alcimines, who used to protect the crops from the starlings
and that high-flying robber the Bistonian crane, was swinging the
pliant arms of my leathern sling to keep the crowd of birds away,
when a dipsas viper wounded me about the ankles, and injecting
into my flesh the bitter bile from her jaws robbed me of the
sunlight. Look ye how gazing at what was in the air I noticed
not the evil that was creeping at my feet.