When it breaks upon my ear,
Quick 't is gone, although I hear.

CHRYSANTHUS.
You forget it?

DARIA.
Instantly.

CHRYSANTHUS.
What! love's sweetest word! ah, me!
Canst forget the mightiest ray
Death can dart, or heaven display?

DARIA.
Yes, for lightning, entering where
Naught resists, is lost in air.

CHRYSANTHUS.
How? what way?

DARIA.
Well, in this way:
If two doors in one straight line
Open lie, and lightning falls,
Then the bolt between the walls
Passes through, and leaves no sign.
So 't is with this word of thine;
Though love be, which I do n't doubt,
Like heaven's bolt that darts about,