By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.
John MiltonBut see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
John Milton