Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.
Whatever is old corrupts, and the past turns to snakes.
In Haydn's oratorios, the notes present to the imagination not only motions, as, of the snake, the stag, and the elephant, but colors also; as the green grass.
The way of Providence is a little rude. The habit of snake and spider, the snap of the tiger and other leapers and bloody jumpers, the crackle of the bones of his prey in the coil of the anaconda-these are in the system, and our habits are like theirs.