Hurlèd head over heels precipitous whelmed in the quagmire, Where the lake and the boglands are most rotten and stinking, Deepest and lividest lie, the swallow of hollow voracious. Witless surely the wight whose sense is less than of boy-babe Two-year-old and a-sleep on trembling forearm of father. He though, wedded to girl in greenest bloom of her youth-tide, (Bride-wife daintier bred than ever was delicate kidlet, Worthier diligent watch than grape-bunch blackest and ripest)