ille inter vestis et levia pectora lapsus volvitur attactu nullo, fallitque furentem vipeream inspirans animam; fit tortile collo mr   aurum ingens coluber, fit longae taenia vittae innectitque comas et membris lubricus errat.
Gliding between her raiment and smooth breasts, it winds its way unfelt and, unseen by the frenzied woman, breathes into her its viperous breath. The huge snake becomes the collar of twisted gold about her neck, becomes the festoon of the long fillet, entwines itself into her hair, and slides smoothly over her limbs.