speedily and as covertly as we might, lest the witch might

That things of delicate and tenderest worth

Are swallow'd all, and made a seared dearth,

By one consuming flame: it doth immerse

And suffocate true blessings in a curse.

Half-happy, by comparison of bliss,

Is miserable. 'Twas even so with this

Dew-dropping melody, in the Carian's ear;

First heaven, then hell, and then forgotten clear,