Samuel Garth,
The Dispensary
(1714)
“ The Nymph has G———n's, C———l's, C———l's Charm, If with resistless Fires my Soul she warms With Balm upon her Lips, and Raptures in her Arms. Such is thy Genius, and such Art is thine, Some secret Magick works in ev'ry Line; We judge not, but we feel the Pow'r Divine. Where all is Just, is Beauteous, and is Fair, Distinctions vanish of peculiar Air. ”
