For nights swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Auroras harbinger; At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 379.
At last, the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phbus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his dewie hayre; And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre. SpenserFaerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto V. St. 2.