John Suckling,
The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse…
(1910)
“ Than that eye-pleasing fruit that caus'd the jar Betwixt the goddesses, and tempted more Than fair Atlanta's ball, though gilded o'er.10 I gaz'd awhile on these, and presently A silver stream ran softly gliding by, Upon whose banks, lilies more white than snow New fall'n from heaven, with violets mixt, did grow ”
