O, but when he came to the chamber where his
Geraldine’s clear sunbeams first thrust themselves
into this cloud of flesh, and acquainted mortality with
the purity of angels, then did his mouth overflow with
Magnificats; his tongue thrust the stars out of heaven,
and eclipsed the sun and moon with comparisons;
Geraldine was the soul of heaven, sole daughter and
heir to primus motor. The alchemy of his eloquence,
out of the incomprehensible drossy matter of clouds
and air, distilled no more quintessence than would make
his Geraldine complete fair.