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.
The wolves have preyd: and look, the gentle day, Before the wheels of Phbus, round about, Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey. Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 25.
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.
You cannot rob me of free natures grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky Through which Aurora shows her brightening face. ThomsonCastle of Indolence. Canto II. St. 3.