Truth, indeed, came once into the world with her divine master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on: but when he ascended, and his apostles after him were laid asleep, then straight arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, as that story goes of the Egyptian Typhon with his conspirators, how they dealt with the good Osiris, took the virgin Truth, hewed her into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds.
— John Milton
Early Modern
Paradise Lost
