"Were all Gods joyn’d, they could not hope to mend" —

Maximin. Thou ly'st:—there's not a God inhabits there,
But for this Christian would all Heav'n forswear.
Ev'n Jove would try more shapes her Love to win:
And in new birds, and unknown beasts would sin;
At least, if Jove could love like Maximin.

J. Dryden, Tyrannick Love, Act ii. p. 19. Ed. 1670.
(Vgl. Arber, p. 102.)