(1) It was the time when granted from the gods,
The first sleep creeps most sweet in weary folk,
Lo, in my dream before mine eyes, methought
With rueful cheer I saw where Hector stood
(Out of whose eyes gushed streams of tears),
Drawn at a car as he of late had been,
Distained with bloody dust, whose feet were bowl’n[113]
With the strait cords wherewith they haled him.
Surrey, Æneid, 1557
(2) That age is dead and vanished long ago,