John Suckling,
The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse
(1910)
“ There acts, as glorious as the sun, Are by her veneration spun, In one of which I would have brought A pure, unspotted, abstract thought, Considering her as she is good,45 Not in her frame of flesh and blood. These atoms then, all in her sight, I bad him join, that so he might Discern between true love's creation, And that love's form that's now in fashion.50 Love, granting unto my request, Began to labour in my breast ”
