Having ambled thitherward upon modest path in the yestermorn, mine eyes met the countenance of a magnanimous siren, and so ensorcelled with continence I became that nary a word could be called to consciousness.

[An actual, flammable witch 33]

[Euripides’ Shorts 239]

I think I recognize this passage. Is it excerpted from Peter, Peter, Siren Skeeter?