A fowler ,taking his bird-lime and his twigs,went out to catch birds. See a thrush sitting upon a tree,he wished to take it, and fitting his twigs to a proper length, watched intently, having his whole thoughts directed towards the sky.
While thus looking upwards,he unknowingly trod upon a Viper asleep just before his feet. The Viper, turning about , stung him, and falling into a swoon, the man said to himself, “Woe is me! That while l purposed to hunt another , I am myself fallen unawares into the snares of death.”