[W]ise men knew, that that, which looked like pride in some, and like petulance in others, would, by experience in affairs, and conversation amongst men, both of which most of them wanted, be in time wrought off […].

It seemed a thing for weeping / To find, at slumber's wane / And morning's sly increeping, / That Now, not Then, held reign.

That's just so right on. It's so true.

And they did and the end began, and all Winkler 's words couldn't stop it: Even prophets can misfigure, but the Vision's still true. Christ's still coming . Why leave; life's good here.