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.Gilfillans 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. (Roses Translation.)