Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


No autumn, nor no age, ever approach
This heavenly piece, which, Nature having wrought,
She lost her needle.
Massinger and Field.—Fatal Dowry, Act II. Scene 2.

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.
Anonymous.—Gilfillan’s Specimens of the less known British Poets, Vol. I. Page 132.

There camps his son: of all his following
Is none so beauteous: Nature broke the mould
In which she cast him.
Ariosto.—The Orlando Furioso, Canto X. Stanza 84. (Rose’s Translation.)

Nature, despairing e’er to make the like,
Brake suddenly the mould in which ’twas fashion’d.
Massinger.—The Parliament of Love, Act V. Scene last.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,
And broke the die—in moulding Sheridan.
Byron.—Monody on the Death of R. B. Sheridan.